A door swings open,
Here I stand,
Gray face behind flowers,
Candy in hand.
As you look at me,
What do you see?
Does the simmering light I’ve buried glow?
Or can’t it penetrate the lead?
Head bowed, I’m full
Aware that dull
Is the sheen on the fear-thicked coat I show.
Could you only peer inside my head …
I step inside and
Chance a kiss,
Reach out to enfold
As I gaze on you,
My heart is moved
To pry shy-rusted lips apart,
Show outside what the inside sees —
Brightness that leaps from skin as art
Bequeaths its colors, souls to please.
You are the gleam on a spring sunbeam,
The scent that makes the mum,
The sweetness in the candy,
The touch where soft comes from.
Someday if all the
Doors you see
Refuse to yield
To any key,
I pray that you’ll with comfort prize
The sensations that burn on in me,
Where e’en if blind in ALL my eyes,
What flickers now, I’ll always see.
— May 1986