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I Kiss Your Eyes
I kiss your eyes
like the angels in your basement
feathered and breathing
in jars of color.
I know your passion for blood red.
I know your face from parties,
where you call me and old soul
and my face is erased by hair
while I adorn your bedroom wall
naked.
This sad angel watches me,
and I find myself searching,
her face for yours.
Copyright 1996, Padma Rubiales. All rights reserved.