Dec 19, 2005 01:36
I took your eyes out
of your head when you were sleeping
and traced the black outline
with the tip of my finger.
I was surprised when they became wet,
leaking with a new sight
that I could't tell myself to see.
It consisted of dandelions
sprawled on my bed
in five rows,
each whispering my name,
and saying how they are in the process
of turning me yellow.