You had crow hair
black as midnight’s sea
swaying back and forth
with the slow-rhythmed music
of your body.
And you would stare off
suddenly into the distance;
called by some forgotten lover.
Those eyes of yours,
we talked about them often
staring at each other
into the small hours of mornings
rising only to rescue candles from the cat.
I thought I could see them more clearly
because I saw them directly,
while you had to be content
with viewing their reflections
in the shadows of my eyes.
Foolish me, for my shadows
hid the answers to my soul,
and thus you knew the truth
about our reality
and my shadows.