Eye Terrain

by John Godfrey

The woman I dream
submits to spirit
and pays twice
She thirsts for
words in sight
Arranges them
to modulate a vastness
Her eyes both
look into and out

Mahogany iris in
study of another’s
eye terrain
Senses the bones necessary
to implications
Jives behind a warm
superior smile
The woman I dream dreams

The subject is “haze”
The predicate is “clue”
A little
eyeliner don’t change
deep brown into tan eyes

Only under streetlights
are there shadows
between her fingers
Her slip is basic midnight
Nothing torn or stretched
Minimalist svelte
and sheltered by this hour
Her own key