heavy eyes

I wonder where you go with a face as heavy as stone.

Do you carry consternation like contagion? 

It overflows into the souls you catch with those heavy eyes,

the weapons of a man who imagines he carries the woes of Prometheus-

you will always be a child

compared to the myriad of life that thrives around you 

(is that where hate stems from?).

Like the original sacred whore

perpetually laid out beneath the expanding blue sky

you moved through strange flashing moods

and tore through the layers of all that was left,

love and love and love-

equational instructions for building trust

(until you wielded the eraser of your cynicism

and removed the components we needed

to reach the far side of the equal sign).

But I'm wrong to compare you to the Earth,

you with your black moods.

Even Poseidon's lifeless trench couldn't match them

and if I am the mother and you my consort

what of the rains you produced,

they were made of salt

and eroded the planes they poured through.