Lend me your eyes so that I may see;
Lend me your eyes so that I may see your
napping brown gaze when I look
in the mirror;
Lend me your eyes so that I may watch the
landscape awaken through the
dusty windshield of that
saddened black Honda;
Lend me your eyes so that I may observe your
fingers nod to a steady rhythm
as they turn void to
gem.
Lend me your ears so that I may hear;
Lend me your ears so that I may hear the
newborn laughter arise from your
womb;
Lend me your ears so that I may listen to
the melody hidden among your words,
the symphony secreted in every sentence,
the song thinly veiled in your voice;
Lend me your ears so that I may catch every
sly utterance, malicious remark,
concealed by the innocence
of your breath.
Lend me your lips so that I may speak;
Lend me your lips so that I may speak every
passion deferred as the
New Year blossomed,
yet wilts each day;
Lend me your lips so that I may tell the
stories and allegories of
sex in the storm and
bouts in its eye.
Lend me your lips so that I may say the
sorry unspoken but conveyed through the
grasp of (my) hands,
reflected in the
tear on your cheek.