Love Colored Glasses II

He touches me, whispers his truth.

I’m learning to trust what he sees.

He sees me through

love colored

glasses.

 

He loves each curve, sings it’s praise.

I’m learning to surrender.

He sees me through

love colored

glasses.

 

He praises my beauty, inside and out.

I’m healing from the ugly in both.

He sees me through

love colored

glasses.

 

He adores the curves I shamefully hide.

I’m sorting through my feelings.

He sees me through

love colored

glasses.

 

He cherishes my tears, hopes, dreams and fears.

I inspect them closely, he lets them fly!

He sees me through

love colored

glasses.

 

He hears the love, and passes the angry words by.

I fearfully regret each one, he sets them free.

He sees me through

love colored

glasses.

 

He teaches our son the value of a loving heart.

I adore them both, blind as they are.

They see me through

love colored

glasses.

 

I see them through

love colored

glasses.

 

Copyright 2011 Shanyn Silinski

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Poem: No Eye Contact

Crowded together, like cattle in a train car.

Pushed together like sheep in a shed.

Eating, drinking, breathing, sweating,

thinking, feeling, loving, losing, being.

 

Faces folded inwards, keeping their space.

Bodies hunched against the presence

Curling, flinching, fearing, holding,

silently cursing the closeness.

 

No one makes eye contact, not one.

Eyes stay cast down, faces remain blank.

Never smiling, no laughing, only grimness

fear and loathing, pulling inward, pulling.

 

The sky could be painted purple and green

but they would never see it above their heads.

Casting eyes downward to the grey tiled tables,

wishing, praying, hoping, crying inside, dying.

 

It would only take one to break this prison open.

One to look up and smile, to laugh, to speak.

Freeing! Flying! Dancing and laughing!

Hoping, dreaming, encouraging, living!

 

Fear is too strong and hope is too weak to try.

They would rather die without risking the living.

No flying, no freedom, no risks and no rewards.

No dancing barefoot in the rain, and no eye contact.

No eye contact.

 

December 5, 2011 in response to the prompt at Magpie Tales. Sorry for the darkness of it.