MY EYE OPENS like a wound,
Opens like your hesitant mouth,
This familiar port that faces from me.
Opens where it’s flawed and in tears,
Opens like a crack, an impossible gash,
Opens from your cicatrix, like a book,
Opens like your legs
That squeeze me unhealable
Until I approach blind at daybreak
One final effort
To the fount that on ceding
Saps me completely,
That sutures me alive
From night to the early morning.