Silly Expressive Eyes

gazing back at me so askance

like blue

undulating waves
deep and sounding
like the bells of the wind
soulful atheist
silly expressive eyes

wet-lipped smile
unzipping caressing tumbling
in bed
with the body of an insane cellist

you dig


bipolar women, you say—Woolf, Plath,
and the cellist—

for you I am too young


unmusical no cello

innocent abashed quiet

No Good.
so why do you look at me so that
I crave and desire

from afar as you nibble your
violin teacher’s ear,

you silly expressive eyes?