At night after the crickets grind
before the heat of the morning reaches us
and somewhere in the middle
when the train drones past
you look at me; stop and face me
with eyes that push past mine
and see through me while soaking in
everything--slowly, at the same time.
When I look back, stare, all I find
is your steadfast trap. No mirror, no
window through your thoughts,
just those earth eyes of yours that
can take away a piece of me
and never leave a drop behind.
That give and take at night with you
makes me drop my curtain every time.
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