“Contemplation VII”
I venture to look deeper into yours eyes and
gently
scrutinize,
moving deeper and deeper until
my own gaze has lost its way back.
For the first time since I loved you,
I had no reason to suspect that it might hurt.
The loneliness is wearing me down.
I seem to yield easily to restlessness now.
Your presence is everywhere;
you shadow my movements,
soft and soothing--I cannot touch you,
but nearer you are to me than
my own heart.
The house is furnitured with your laughter
and the minutes lapse like
still frames of an
anxious, weary woman.