Sarah Louise Garrido

12.11

Dark eyes pin me 

to this plane of being,

leveled up consciousness, 

aware of all the space

you take. Dark eyes 

draw my deep places up,

but I can’t and I won’t 

and I want nevertheless.

Put on my hardest face 

to drive me from you

further. The further away 

I move, a different pain

follows on, beloved ache.

Pushing me back

to the place I encounter you,

any place I’d go for that:

to see you, in a moment, see me.