What I see is beyond cones and rods.
Beyond the iris and past the retina.
I look to hold that jolt between familiar and fantasy.
Between comfort and crazy.
A chance to meet
A past life shared and a present moment spent.
To mend.
Or spark fire.
I seek the place where our worlds aspire
And conspire in convoluted desire.
I see you.
Through you.
With you.
Meet my gaze.
Beyond the cornea,
We enter a cornucopia unfazed.
Commentary:
I’ve always felt that meeting someone’s eyes is one of the most intimate truths we share. Because we become bare. Nowhere to hide or shroud our innermost feeling. I find comfort there. It is a world without words. As they say a window to the soul. A place that intersects the ordinary and the spectacular.