The Eyes of Miro

Constellation: The Beautiful Bird Deciphering The Unknown To A Pair Of Lovers by Joan Miro

Infinity of infinities
(love being one).
Infinity of eyes
(for how could love 
exist except
by means of eyes
and what they see
and how they meet?)

Miro saw eyes everywhere -
even in the most
unlikely places:
on trees and
out among
the constellations
far out in space.
On body parts not of the face.

He saw an angel once*
(of the apocalypse)
with many sets of wings
and eyes that covered it
the way scales blanket fish.
It lived with him for evermore

Here eyes are riders
of unbridled colts.
The colts
are insights
into mysteries.
The mysteries
are partial truths
of the unknowns.

Here twin gun barrel eyes
bore into us,
the curious,
the must-know strangers
unknowing and unknown.

The twin gun barrel eyes
guard her red
and black vagina,
birthplace of new versions,
constellations yet
to be created,
home of primal soup.

(The future may be better known to us
than our own day.)

The bird above her head
sings into being
through parrot beak and skull
all that the eye,
all-seeing, sees.
Her lover turns his back -
but not his eye.

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Written for Brian Miller's Theme Thursday, Eyes
* A fresco in a local museum.