agency

The eyes feast

open before the leavings of

the light, the sensing 

ever bearing the brand,

the here I am

staring into the world

while the mind makes

mischief of the map.

The magic of the focus,

the framing and the lens.

So the sky goes, so

the flesh seethes,

this road from face to

ache, from the fence

line to the far horizon. 

Wishes and antecedents, 

the twilight the escape of

your warm name from

out my mouth. 

The wind always swooping in.

I anticipate your unfurling, 

the bent of bone

as if a wing embracing 

flight, all the tethers of

tongue and troth. 

Eyes open upon 

your skin and shine

the draw of want pressed

against the story

left beneath this kiss.