Your Eyes

Green desert grass browns in the
   sun
slopes up to tawny rust flecked
   caldera
cupping the black waters of your 
   sight.
Twin black holes pulling light -
   energy -
   info -
   emotions
   inside
condensation/transformation
   bubbles
   currents whirling
out through skin flows   
   joy -
   sorrow -
   anger -
   hate -
   love
out through fingers pop songs
   at the touch of a key
   love/lust/life/pain/joy
   live on the computer screen.
Shared universes circle as
   my cracked blue ice allows
   my black waters to absorb.

Kathleen Hover
03/23/2001