(February/'47 / Connecticut, USA)

Bay Poem from Berkeley

Mornings I still
reach for you before
opening my eyes.

An antique habit from
last summer when we pulled
each other into the heat of groin

and belly, slept with an arm
around the other.
The Texas sun was like that.
Like a body asleep beside you.

But when I open my eyes
to the flannel and down,
mist at the window and blue
light from the bay, I remember
where I am.

This weight
on the other side of the bed
is only books, not you. What
I said I loved more than you.
True.

Though these mornings
I wish books loved back.

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Comments (2)

With shut eyes stare, one can vividly appreciate the significance of things than when eyes are open! Good thought, and I agreed to what Marci has expressed. another 10 Lawrence.
Interesting concept expressed here....To me, I believe that ones eyes can be wide open behind 'These Walls'...Open to protect the walls from cracking or letting the wrong one in....One can have walls and still see and feel deeply...in fact the 'seeing' is one of the very reasons they might be behind these walls.....This is an entirely different perspective on walls and eyes to me.....well written.... marci. :)