You

If I never saw you again

i’d recall eternal how your eyes turn from one color to another

depending upon emotion held behind your back so right no-one would ever think

not even a blink of crumpled hand

nails digging in hot palm

quiet latitude

only the shift of spectrum

I wouldn’t give you away

dressing your wounds with metal girders

you took a boat to another land

escaping the predictability of indifference

where as a stranger you could be

anything

a reinvention

not all shipwrecked is affectation

your truth is vast

others may not understand

I see the threaded pulse

quicken at your neck

like a thin hill side river

repenting direction

can no more alter

than hide its dousing transformation

once green then hazel

mysteries only you are capable

of owning