direct light nothing we can see by in turn we live by touch blind as our first moments all white and flame become the darkness see too much and what glows warm behind us casts a shadow limp as sleep it goes on forever or it seems that way the words unspoken the line uncrossed those dark eyes conceal their life within them buried secrets the flesh won t keep only motion makes him and he grows more still a stronger impulse sinks more deep and the sky grows white above us our love a fact like any other like a muscle pulsing in a seabird s wing these welcoming doors close above us