The eyes make decisions.
The sleepy brain feels
The eyes are too quick to judge—
Doubting the eyes can know about love.
The eyes wait on arms and lips to bless
What they love. How cruelly the eyes said yes,
Thinks the brain. The eyes said yes,
But the brain is not ready for that certainty—
Half-asleep, the brain writes poetry.
Enter the ears.
They agree with the eyes! This is what the brain fears.
The ears today received soft sounds
Penetrating the soft air.
The ears live where thought pounds
Violently on a typewriter,
The sound of predators in water,
The poetry seeing what is not there.
The eyes reinforce the thought that seeing
In poetry, is brain and ears agreeing,
Until the brain: “O God! Is that you?”
But I cry: “I don’t feel I love her.”
The eyes: “But of course you do.”
The sleepy brain remains suspicious,
Even as I cover my love in kisses.
Eyes and ears struck a deal.
She and I thought the poem was real.
My brain drifts in sleep, doubting
Life is cruel, that behind a door, our voices, shouting.