Jon and Zach have the same teeth and smile-cracked eyes
Zachary and Nick have the same neck and smile,
eyes always glint the same across families
if we’re attracted to anything in a mate, it’s the eyes
that first hatched into our view,
a spaceship pervading the strung mobile, spinning spinning
then novelty – tufts – foreheads — Faces!
the new spectacle tucked side by side
by flesh, enclosed in people, the eyes were the real entities, never
“daddy” or “mama!”
parents think themselves mighty proud for their visage to produce a label,
for this so-called understanding to emerge in their smart, smart babies.
But for the baby, it was only ever the eyes they spoke to.
when I’m despondent and depressed, I will not look into eyes,
when I’m confident and self assured, I speak only to eyes
when I tell you that I love you, I tell your eyes, because they are the ones that see me
I may find a blind lover, that they might love my voice, and my touch
but nary a love is started outside of the eyes.