Doe
Feb 7, 2020
The only thing you should know,
names are not engraved in stone.
Sharing unique reflections,
not all mine, although I do imagine
all we are, and we must split to
join together. We find great love
in the reversals, in the damp earth;
but, it was mostly in the reversals.
Why did she go into battle with
her arms bound? For she had
such strength. The kind men dream of.
Why did she wear a blind, obscuring
her vision? For she had
such beautiful eyes! Please do tell,
Doe eyes, pools of black;
glinting and skittish,
running on instinct, silently.
It was always your
tentative footsteps.
As falling velvet petals in a forest,
Deer one, we bled
what we had written.
Brigitte Bebey 02/2020