Eyesore
My eyesight is mediocre
when enhanced with binoculars.
Anytime after daylight,
I could be fumbling to plug in
radishes for night lights.
My peripheral such a joke
I don't constantly ask
if you're on the other line
from insecurity, but to know
that the phone is still wedged
between my ear and shoulder.
Don't blame penmanship on eyes.
When handwriting your poems,
I comb close to the pages
hunting for errors before I
write them down, always staying
two steps ahead of my target.
Lights out, glasses off.
the composition of us laying
together is always harder.
Trial by error, I will pummel
my nose just to find and lock
into your nape with my chin,
eye water soothed by bedtime cotton.
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