Beholder and More

Perched on my face, these two pacific birds -
your eyes sit on me, a new awareness...
a gaze that sculpts me and catapults words;
a look that's poetry, a freeing harness.

You gather me an autumn memory -
I'm thousand maple leaves that take refuge
in this road to self – discovery,
you create, and I, ‘become’ the deluge.

Two beaks that undo the limits to skies -
where are you taking me, lovely light?
Is this the ‘beyond’ where you found your eyes?
I feel… feel almost beautiful tonight.

Hope you won’t abandon the nest you create
…and then to territories new migrate.

One Love

I, who worked him into a sculpture
of perfection; carving him an inch every night -
I, who tossed a fish at his sight -
had only wanted to be worshipped.
In my being a worshipper, I was,
I was it. And I was.
And then I threw this sculpture from a height:
I was scared of love.

Broken, it lay abandoned
but for the vulture on the top -
What was it? Who was it?
I reduced him to a vulture next,
a vulgar appetite, 
scavenging what might
have become love.