crystal

crystal, crystal clear are your eyes
that watch the night
made white by crystal, crystal
gaze of your pain.

you. You of mine:
white is the light that binds us
to our father
who is made into night
by the color of white:

there is no Mother.

this chest of mine is a graveyard.
come. fall or bury
yourself in the wide open arms
of mine: arms
that are wide open, without
the promise of future
or the burden of the past.

did you see?

i am the night made into white
as light by the presence
of your night that is crystal, crystal
clear gaze of your pain.

come. fall, bury or you can die
easily in these arms
that are as barren as the country
of mine. take this:

i love you, though i know not
what love is: