charcoal eyes

1 Aug

she drew your eyes

so intense

within the charcoal of your face,


but her hands

didn’t smooth away the

worry lines that she has etched

into your skin

– she cracks you like glass.


i would hold you like

a picture frame,

and treat the gentle thoughts

behind the pane

like precious heirlooms,

and i would never spill coffee on them,

or leave them unattended near candles.


i would treat the

less-than-gentle thoughts

kindly too,

because they are yours.


but it’s not right to be envious,

and it’s certainly not


and you

you trust my advice to be

honest, without

bias, invisible agendas or


that may be less than


for all i know.


you. you trust me.


i don’t want to wish this ill

but i cannot wish well to

a candle leaping so close to

a work of art,


to a coffee mug

that will only leave

teardrop-stains on your


and holes in the paper.


so instead i will wish well to you,

and cross my heart that

i never will


paint you with my eyes,

or smear you with charcoal

in her place.


and i will cross my heart

to keep my words


so that i can say

the less-than-rosy things

that are really, really important

– about what happens

when you mix fire

with anything,

but especially paper,

and especially art –

and i will know that there is no agenda.



you are beautiful,

and you are worth more

than either of us


or are.


you are worth more than

cracked glass.

One Response to “charcoal eyes”

  1. I of July August 3, 2015 at 10:02 am #

    reads so well… very good rhythm of emotion too…

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