her
if i wouldn’t terrify time any more
to stare at her soul
and stare at her whole
and if i am dying staring
at those hesitant eyes
and trying to solve them
like a pirate searching
through an ancient scroll
what a colorful, wave-woven evening
on a black and white picture
two suns, nowhere to be seen
but, much like the scroll,
those eyes would only let me in
if they, the coal
the bottomless hole
fit the role
of my timid, downwards soul
the fulcrum point 