5.03.2012

Things Unsaid

My eyes were telling you,
Why can't my eyes be enough?
My hands were broken winged birds, and
My tongue lay on my lip like a stiff-boned fish,
And love could not revivify its clouded eye,
Its slime-suckered gill.
Why can't my eyes be enough?

2 comments:

B said...

This will have me thinking for a while -- in a good way!

Jason Gignac said...

Ms B - Why, thank you.