couldn't sleep, burning
I saw beauty through your eyes, and
is it electric?
hidden in devil's darning needles,
can't sleep, making it to the dawn.
I see beauty through your eyes,
when you show me mythomania,
egomania, and driven knowledge lust,
it's tortoise as it's the missing Manuela,
it's turquoise as your eyes look at me down
in the college hall.
you show me,
when the walkingstick isn't there,
suddenly, here it is,
Phasmatodea,
you show me what you see
'cause you are going to see
everything that there is.
I see through your eyes,
it doesn't make me jump or scream,
squirm and wash it off until the skin bleeds,
because I look at what you see,
and inside turquoise eyes,
beauty heals.









