Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau

Saturday, January 7, 2012

Sunflower Eyes

You are spinning face-
flush
to the sky.
Arms spindling outward
from the center of my eye.
Wrapping everything in your whirlwind
tattooing tree bark on my skin.
You make me see differently
sunflower eyes.

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