Your Eyes

From the playboys

To the words on this page

My heart and life

To the drunk, destitute

Dirty and wanting showers

Homeless skid row sleepers

Dropped out of life

Like a trap door opening

Under the illusion of a

Solid home mother loving

Belonging feeling

What are the common threads

That weave us together?

These hearts and

Traumas, desires burning

For satiated hunger

A quenched thirst,

We are children

Lonely inside

Masks and shells of Forgetting the breasts we came into this world suckling

I see the beauty in each person, layers of

Acquired teaching and behaviors

I see the possibility of this

Remembering becoming

The center from which we all source

I see love at the root

Feeding us all

I see looking into one another’s eyes

And remembering