class twenty-one

Sight, space


Inside your eyes, I see myself
and all that I’m surrounded by
does show itself there in the globe.
My nose is centered at the pupil,
larger than I’d like to think,
and all the rest of me is there,
too, held inside your lens of sight
that has been skewed since you were small,
ensuring that your glasses sleep
forever on that winsome nose
of yours. And yet, in spite of your
flawed sight, your eyes see more than I
have shown another. Yes, it seems
that all of what we are is shown
inside your eyes: the way you softly
hold my gaze because the thing
you feel is more than fast and violent
passion; my tiny bits of self
I see in you; and all the times
I’ve had to learn that loving you
requires me to look at things
beyond myself.