My eyes are of sapphire blue
Proud familial heritage
On both sides
I have been told
They darken to a deeper shade
In moments of intimate passion
With my eyes I have watched
Trees bending and swaying
Into the wind
The sudden forked flash
Of lightening
And the gyrating rhythm
Of raindrops
The telephone was invented quite accidentally
Little did Mr. A.G. Bell know that he had created a monster
But whether its rotatory, touch-tone, cordless, or cellular
I can only reach out and touch someone with my eyes
Radios, televisions, CD players are commonplace
VCR’s have spawned DVD’s, the latest is iTunes on the Internet
But for me, nothing can compare to seeing Melissa Etheridge
Or many other performers live and in person, with my eyes
With my eyes I have witnessed
The myriad riots of brilliant color and texture
The splendor of the frenetic and the sedate celebrations
That make up the madness known as Mardi Gras
Birthdays, graduations, funerals, Christmases
Family reunions, historical moments, ringing in the New Year
All the experiences and memories of a lifetime
My eyes have seen and celebrated them all
My eyes have drunk in the beauty
Of my lover’s body
Traveling the soft curves, gentle swells, delightful hollows
To mirror the nuances of pleasure and desire in her eyes
With my eyes, I see, I read, I cry
Just like every other human being
But I also hear and I listen
For my eyes are also my ears
©L. Kupfer
