On shapes

It is your gentle eye
which crowns my verse its queen
from the moment it chooses to lie
down and rest upon it, ever... Green.

Yes, you see,
that's how it is for me,
just as you say.
Vulnerable, exposed, alive,
brought back to life,
in a way.

It burns,
hurts and longs
just like my poems...
And your songs.

12/07/2019