inside eyes, par Gia Frisco

inside eyes

Sometimes when I close my eyes,

Through moistened lashes,

I can see the inside.

Floating steps

In hazy white cotton.

Finger tips grazing

Cool plaster.

Flashes of a

Swinging screen door slam.

The chipped blue deck paint.

The skipping rocks

Lining the path to a favored place.

I see cold sun,

Between leaves.

Breezed curtains flutter in,

Honeysuckle vine.

Wet bark breaks beneath me

As I climb.

In eyes we found each others Tiny reflection, A Shinny mirror image. A familiar spark. the sweet rush of first loves aban…

Shoes and hands He saw our shoes at the door, Meer echoes of memory Like everyone knows shoes are aliv… They grown with time,

Death. Pain. Grief. Anxiety. Hatred. Relief. Lonely, selfish, need. Happiness, acceptance, peace. Pride, ignorance heap.

When I was young You’d spin me round, Making airplane sounds. High and untouched, I was.

Our song came on the radio today. An old relic, Like your dusty comics I keep in… I feel I’ve forgotten you again like I’ve been here once or two,

A daughter’s guilt When I was young You’d spin me round, Making airplane sounds. High and untouched,

As I accidentally wake you, One crisp autumn late afternoon, You smile up at me. So tenderly.