Poetry
1 min
Question
Antony J Cucina
Question
Question – do our eyes siphon light
From the stars?
Will their halos rust and rot, darkened
By the weight of our perception?
The power of your stare unravels me
In a manner I imagine
To be similar – you could snap
Your fingers, and my veneer
Would shatter, shards hopeless
To reassemble, glass crushed to powder –
Your stare envelopes my broken parts,
Held tenderly, a promise
Of home
Peeling back thin layers,
Underneath raw and exposed –
My trust in you delicate, still fresh
Your stare leaves me reeling
Your stare suggests you know
The answer
Question – do our eyes siphon light
From the stars?
Will their halos rust and rot, darkened
By the weight of our perception?
The power of your stare unravels me
In a manner I imagine
To be similar – you could snap
Your fingers, and my veneer
Would shatter, shards hopeless
To reassemble, glass crushed to powder –
Your stare envelopes my broken parts,
Held tenderly, a promise
Of home
Peeling back thin layers,
Underneath raw and exposed –
My trust in you delicate, still fresh
Your stare leaves me reeling
Your stare suggests you know
The answer
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