I know that look, yes, I know it
and - knowing it now - I take it everywhere;
everywhere and somewhere is home
to a quizzical look from you my darling
it’s a clear
gaze I copy whenever I want
to gaze out clearly blue on blue,
one eyebrow raising up at a slant
the other eye planting a question from you
but here’s a secret nobody knows
except you and me and a higher-up good
that such a good look is a look that grows
higher than heart or the sky or a bud
wondrously turning heart into heart.
I know that look, yes, yes I know it?