“…Tonight My Eyes…(By Mimi Mata) I did not bat a single eyelash for you tonight; I wanted to cease what was invisible, I did not want what you gave my eyes for me to see; To get caught in the web of the unseen dew... Tonight, your eyes they play with shadow, I do not see the parade of lights and hear, The offset of drums, that stumble within inconsistent melody... And, some tree in the distance, bore a seedless grape, For, that of my heart to alive for you to bear... Preserve my eyes, for they see you, But, take my heart and jar it; split in halves, I need the spaces inbetween beating, To bring some sort of dawn or twilight, And, to resonate sound beneath, Circular canopies; lids of metal... I did not bat a single eyelash for you tonight, Would you know my face if I were to drown or sink? Either, way these questions are rhetorical... And, things unsaid are washed pure in unseen dew.”
