Sky, Mouth, Eye

 

The sky is frustrated with
hanging above the earth.

It wants to fall and drape itself
� across those contours.

� The mouth is at odds
� with its tongue.

� It wants to rattle the air
� with harangues, with language.

� The eye is dissatisfied
� with the way it weeps.

� It longs to pour out
� spirals of wild fire.

From the book Love Poems