Escapades

I’ve learned to punctuate 
the ‘sentence’
with escapades -

my lashes, that always bar
the view,
have been tamed into
housing an image:
his lips, moving
to the music.

They serve,
a sheet of music 
when they cannot
be windows to anything.

I punctuate 
life
with escapades -

remembering that I mustn’t remember
all the tokens I’ve been handed.