red eye opened and saw what the
mind part did not want, or was
unable to see
that once upon a time the
ruby of a king was kissed by
beauty and made to bleed.
or otherwise open a tantric mood
swing, hold me, and make me believe
someday it will be OK to see, and
then you tell me a story and calm the
affliction in my eye and ask me
to close it from time to time.
walked by Goths to Spain past slain
and conquered cultures is like a fan
who reads that
Kerouac lived with his mother – that
Sylvia ignited her hair helter skelter –
that Sexton touched her daughter.
to release my eye from prison, make
disappointment go away, or help me
live my life differently;
later if I revert to old ways, please
return and sit next to me, smooth my
covers and gently wash my face.