All Those Eyes

by Evalyn Lee

Listen to the sound of the occasioned
Infidelity: the wash of sheets pulled back,
Explored, to bed, your wife, my love, alone.
Mirrors made of such hot windows,
Bathrooms, kitchens, no explanation,
Just black mirrors of a night sky
In the simple faces of apartment buildings.
Those bruising windows, the bruised shadows
In the shadow of the window frame,
The eyes that climb the wall of brick,
Moths, attracted to the ever-ending moon.

The casements fill with summer heat,
With bodies under sheets, and a noise
Reaches up the windows, up the walls
To the all-awake moon, to the obscure
And the undone. The bed, the sheets,
The sequence of the avenues, those forgotten,
All drum, as eyes beat back the black,
Black color of uncertainty.
All those eyes blink.
The framed vision of a hot place, open,
Close, the natural significance, done.