8/18/2009

The Shade of Love

First, it was the boy
with cement in his eyes.
I fell in love because
he could not see stars,
or ever understand the depth
of blue or green.

He took his stick, his
bodyguard dog, a light
I'd never seen on his face
and walked away. Terrible
girl who sees everything,
turning it to black & grey.

Now, the road has narrowed,
the little flowers smaller by
the wayside. For years, my own
lack of vision phlebotomized
the tiny vessels in my eyes.
They say that love is blind-
or should be.
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