You walk up from the river <br />you float down my eyes― <br /> <br />do what you like, white strap-lines <br />on the clove shade of your shoulders. <br /> <br />The moon comes up on <br />the burnt-looking horizon, <br /> <br />you walk up from the river, <br />a river of yourself― you float <br />down my eyes. <br /> <br />I stare over the split <br />stone cliff, the donkey standing <br />on the olive-shaded hill-it's all <br /> <br />the same― you float <br />down my eyes― I look away― <br />you float down my eyes. <br /> <br />Do what you like, <br />on the hillside of oregano, <br />in the field of short sunflowers, <br /> <br />the slow look on your face, <br />the slow wind moving <br />the blue dust down the fig skins, <br /> <br />do what you like― you don't know <br />how good you are, twin hills of moss <br />your eyes come near, out of sleep, <br /> <br />you don't know, you lay your head <br />back on the bedroll <br />and look up at me like <br />we've been together <br />for twenty years― I take <br />the towel away from your body, <br /> <br />your clove shade― you <br />float down my eyes― I drag <br />your throat slow with my hair, <br />the shadows make the pine needles <br /> <br />look soft, split stone cliff, <br />the slow waves softening <br />the light below them, <br />the river giving up <br />what it owns to the sea.<br /><br />Doren Robbins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-float-down-my-eyes-love-poem/
