Gaze Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr.

i like what looking at you does to me -
in your eyes are mundane insignias: two twilights,
hands like two pale lovers,
and my head on your bosom in this thinking
is the leaf of summer careening on the green,
earthly floor.

this, that of you: eyes the size of the moon
over a still pond.
how you almost laugh, is the night in its tacit beginning
emerging like a slow finger of sunlight
solemnly over the crest of hills.

and to look at you from a far,
in my own trembling bones, is my coming to know
the syntax of feelings, that it is first -
now that you are close enough to touch,
i hear all the voices in deep silence.