Lady With A Fan
Why is it I give you so much power,
gazing at me from the wall
where Rembrandt and I put you?
Twice I've taken you down
your eyes too calm and knowing,
I've been uneasy having you always there
seeing what I do.
I don't like your clothes,
too much gold and lace,
you're really nothing more than human;
in a moment
I caught my mouth on yours
our tongues exchanging promises
--you calmly watching--
but now I see your cheeks are young
your chin a little plump.
Your eyes bring me back inside myself,
make me stare away,
avoiding your look for hours.
Your eyes contain no fear,
they smile in love, they ask nothing but truth;
they offer themselves like the ears of trees
knowing and open and unafraid.