Explaining the effect that your eyes have on this man
Is neither easy nor compact.
To comprehend, one must understand
the power of midnight to the insomniac.
Nestled comfortably in a porthole
in the stern cabin of a liner cruising the Caribbean;
the soft hum vibration of the engines,
The incredible dark breath of the deep, mysterious waters.
The lights of distance ships criss-crossing the horizon.
The white foam churns a phosphorus glow.
And the stars—oh! the stars!
To look through the dark translucence
of your eyes, is to lean my head on that porthole
and become completely enveloped
in other-worldly breath-taking awe!
But maybe you do understand the effect that your eyes have on me?
Maybe this is why you wear sunglasses when you want distance!
6/28/08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem