Glasses
After a moment of awkwardness,
I remove my owlish “sheydel”
And for the first time, we look into each others’ eyes
Unmasked emeralds
Catching the light of dark black orbs
While atop a a lone armoire
Stand my glasses,
Like a forgotten sentry, guarding against clouded vision
Yet shivering from the vibrations
Of the adjacent bed
They wait, patiently,
For the waking hour
When returns to me my vulnerability
(I cannot see)
And with a deep sigh of satisfaction
I slide my face inside my glasses
For the clarity a new day brings
