maria rk.

Phosphenes

i closed my eyes and thought of you.

the stars behind my eyes tell a story of yearning,

how the rabbit left its shallow den for a mere carrot,

and returned with a doe instead.

i croon to myself when i lie awake in the night,

my singing is plagued with your dulcet smile.

i cried to the sun about you, my dearest,

and she whispered back about her darling moon.

i tell her about your cunning grin,

how you went and got a jersey,

and i watched the team\'s games for a week.

i sighed about the new haircut you got,

i sketched it in my notebooks for a week.

it never looked right, it never looked like you.

i realized after the twentieth time that you were just too perfect in my eyes,

that a singular stray hair was too rugged for your charm,

yet a slick look was too much for your loving ways.

i open my eyes and still think of you.

every day, constantly, and unwaveringly,

through the state of phosphenes and forevermore.

 

- R.K.