When I see your face,
I still see my own.
A distance of saltwater
shakes my reflection
like a breaking mirror.
I know
I am the fault that
strikes deep into the earth
at your feet.
When I look at my own face,
I still see yours.
Your eyes speak my words
back to me in a new tone,
revealing the semantic importance
of a single piece--
I would love you too.
I would love you to.
(Pic from somewhere on the website of Richard Seaman.)
