As I drift off, you find me
with your manga eyes full
of innocence, tease, torment--
I've stolen your eyes to see the world
- addicted, I loathe giving them back.
Your eyes without you are spoiled,
they rot my existence; with them
I find enchantment in small secrets;
the fortune of bugs on apples,
the hidden stories of aged belongings,
the ephemeral of cobbled stones and musical notes....
My wander absent of tandem arms
and footfalls -- I have you in the formaldehyde
of remembrance -- in its weakness you deteriorate
still -- I hate the smallness of your confines,
I'll ransom your eyes back -- for you yourself.
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