In My Mind’s Eye

Sept 19 2011

I did not need to be told

that seeing is believing.

Even the blind

feel their way through the world

according to surfaces.

But to see

you must believe as well.

That the mirage will dematerialize

revealing truth.

That the outermost layer

of molecules

carries all the way through.

That we are all tuned

to the very same light;

reality

is absolute.

When I first saw your body

in the 40 watt glow

on that sweltering night,

your nakedness slowly revealed

the desire in your eyes,

I felt sure.

Looked away, looked back.

Breathed you in

saw with my hands,

sun-warmed skin

the salty wetness.

Then began with your lips

our moistened tongues,

eyes, drifting shut.

Now, 20 years later

I see you exactly the same.

Laid bare, beside me;

in my mind’s eye.

Could reproduce

every curve of your body

all the secret parts,

off by heart.

I feel no older,

and believe

as surely as I did

2 decades before.

We have explored

so far below the surface

it’s as if a thousand bolts of light

had turned us transparent

left

temporarily blind.

Yet not even caring,

because we’d seen all we needed,

gone deep inside.