Fashionable glasses
It’s when you take them off
I see you clearly
Its not what you choose to wear
but what you choose to take off
that turns me on
When I see the look in your eyes
that somewhere the earth is turning about an axis
like a somnolent voyager
I understand that you are ready
for it
and I know it is You that I see
not some other one who might be false and a lonely
vestige of my own making and plunder.
For you to me are the wrong ‘un
the right one and the left too
the one who makes me camera-shy
for it longs to make do with the sort of photo
of me that is blurred at the edges of me and that is where
tears form. It takes a long time to get this far in a word
yet love is not here, it is there under the trees
at the edge of millponds and forests where
they ask the question do you want to?
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 
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Written for one of those nurses that look so good with their glasses off….
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