Poem – “Beneath the Reader’s Eyes” – Modern Romanticism – 2/23/2022

Beneath, where I
notice where you kneel.
I am not
in your furled direction.
I have slept
as long as you.

Time kept us moving
in the direction of tidal waves.

Are you enamored
for the fields, for sires
strong in the fire?

Lust beneath your fingernails.
You claw without flesh
to warm you.

A petal,
to your nakedness
where all has settled
with the sores,
the stains, –

the lips from a whore.

Tightly dressed,
weathered to death
in the winter of your skin
where a mark
is all you need, to commit the sin,
to scar another heart.