Vaneza, with Eyes Open

Posted March 6, 2016 8:27 pm by Steve Roney

Vaneza, with Eyes Open

Hanri Rousseau, “Le Reve,” detailThere are moments in every love perhaps,But certainly in my love of youWhen I look in my love’s eyes and knowWith a heart-stopping blow as from tubas on paradeThat I am married to a kind of perfection.And I am owned by what I once imagined I possessed,And I would die to be your sycophant down shivering gates of dawnTo a still remembered gardenWhere we walk hand in hand, adamant-naked,Spelling vegetables.I see it when your eyes grow tender wildAnd your smile sideways slowAnd your movements dancing calmAnd your voice pitches lowAnd I feel rippling water in my

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