Blurred Beauty

Blurred Beauty

Watching without glasses
the abstract passage of life
in the park, with the sun
dancing on the backs of my eyes

is like rising from the water
off New Jersey’s coast
to see your figure sprawled
on the sand of the shore;

it burns my eyes in the way I love
and though senseless and vulnerable,
I become filled with joy
untamed by reality.

 

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