Because I am here <br />anchoring you <br />to the passionate darkness, <br />you gaze out the window <br />at the light. <br /> <br />My love is the thing <br />that frees you <br />to follow your eyes, <br /> <br />as your love, <br />a sword made of moonlight <br />and blood, <br />and smelling of sex <br />and salt marshes, <br />frees me to gaze <br />with a calm inward <br />eye. <br /> <br />In all your frenzied searching <br />you never stood <br />calmly at the window. <br /> <br />But now the sea, <br />the city and the sky <br />are all seen <br />as if from a perch <br />at the edge of the cosmos, <br />where I sit behind you <br />gazing <br />at the fire.<br /><br />Erica Jong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gazing-out-gazing-in/
