Stare-&-Stare

like looking
at the Sunday supplement - 1990s (round-about)
tropical grasses and live-long trees
focus on one point
stare-&-stare
eye-water bleary to clear
until elephants appear
hold my eyes

I do that here...
she a weightless expression
four weeping eyes under far-away
thin-winged ravens
both mouths had, found songs in parts alto soprano
she looks back
forward denying swallowed words
once lyrical       then
the shift when
black-wax crayon outlines her
un touching hair and pore
           she divides       slides       exquisite       she quakes

my eyes the scalpel to her face