seeming eyes

I want us, instead of focusing 
on the wants we had, and that 
we have still, on all of this "what 
we could be to each other" - I want 

us 
to step back, 
and take our fill 
of all that we are, 
and have 
and do not have to give, 
but may wish! Since it's already 
ours. 

Right here in one's gift: 
to another, to two. 

No analysis. 
No further examined reexamination 
and inspection for suspect feature 
perchance to flaw, perchance 
to fall - and then scrambling 
what do we do? No more. 

None of that. No sequence, 
no aim, no scales held 
in balancing light, all wildness 
and nothing to tame, to train
- not even of thought! Not even
a track to switch tangents 
from. Just us. Just this.
Or for truest test:

only you. 

From your subjective perspective 
of course, only me. But that's 
jejune, inutile stuff to point out, 
dwell upon and eventually in, 
raise not so much from foundation 
as basement ("de basement" where 
we like to hang out and giggle),
towering battlements and star 
scraping spires of conjecture 
fed by intellect shoveling heart 
into soul's furnace and forge, 
hoping for some homey, glowing 
coals! Waste and disregard of 
the real energy expense 
and the power outpoured! 

The intellect's a free king pyromaniac! 
Whose scalpels are licking tongues 
of flame, whose scopes and lenses 
flicker and shift unpredictably, lost 
in firegazing, consumed by ash 
to smoke, and so to wood! - wait, 
that's backwards. But so the intellect 
goes in motions arbitrary. A backwards
reverse pyromaniac, subtly reasoning 
back to cause: watching it all 

unburn. 

Let us seize the intellect for kindling! 
Throw IT on the first available fiery 
place! Dissect it! Subject it to rigorous 
chemical and spectral analysis! Find out 
what it's made of, and why it loves 
pissing on the flames of emotion so, 
and why it - it - wait. 

Let us not and say we didn't. 

We already did, between us, and 
we have found to our woe: that 
transcendent and annihilating 
conflagration was nothing 
to build on. 

What I'm saying is, let's ditch 
all that school biz and hit the beach, 

to find what it is and why. 
And what good it is. 
What good are you, 
I trust you already know, 
but in case angles and aspects 
escaped you into me, I will 
let them out each in turn, 

as I am struck again
by your seeming eyes.