Clear Eyes

I
I want to condemn her,
but what I want,
has nothing,
to do with it;
she goes to a place,
where the big boys play,
and your mother is
far
far
away.
Manners only make sense,
in day light,
at the base of things,
when men are hungry,
they eat.
As I lay next to beasts,
feeling their inhale and exhale,
like ballons, against my back
I realize how soft I am,
and how sharp she is.
She will devour me,
with eyes wide open,
from the inside out.
But even in this,
I seek salvation
one can-not separate anything,
from love.

II
Real life,
liquefies your insides,
and shatters your world,
anything else,
is imitation.