THE EVE OF YOUR EYES.

I

EVE OF FEAST, FRAMED BY A LETTER AND A FLOWER GAME,

THAT YOUR EYES WAITED, PLENTY OF WHIMS AND LOVE,

ON AN OLD FLOAT FROM A CASTLE, SINGING CAME.

REDLY SIEVE, TURPIAL SONG SCENTED OF DOVE.

II

THE ONE THAT SMILE, BAREFOOT, IT TOOK JUST ONCE GLANCE.

ALL EYES SHE WAS, RHYTHM AND ALL SMILE, ASKING TO DANCE.

TOOK MY HANDS HER HANDS, AND MY CHEST HER TWO ROSES.

DANCED BOLEROS THE TANGOS, AND A VALS THE BUTTERFLIES.

III

LOSING THE TIMES. THE STEPS, THE OLDS AND THE COMPASS.

THE SHORT DRESS, THE LONG ONE, THE COSTUMES AND THE HATS.

WOUNDED ROOSTER SAD, LIE BETWEEN SOBS HEARD THE LAST SONG.

NAKED, HEEL LESS, PLOTTING, LEAVING MY EYES AND YOUR EYES ALONE.

IV

FOUR EYES AND A GLANCE.

THEY’LL BE BACK TO DANCE.

PLEDGED LOVE FOR EVER.

FOR ALWAYS FOR NEVER.