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?

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