Closed eyes

A collaboration between

Drager Meurtant

and

Catherin J Pascal Dunk

Forth and back swayed the light
yet unbalanced,

ever since the moon had become
the aim of human failure,
based upon conceit and
prejudice.

In the late evening we climbed
upon the table to get a closer view.

Had we two moons, or more
they say our spin
would be erratic;
tides, problematic.

Just one’s enough
for love trouble.

Sex on a table
falling off.

At floor level our bodies did meet
ants that had taken over space

determined and in strict control
defined by one nerve system,
as a group shaping one organ.

A sound overwhelming and
silent.

Us two too
together–alone

impatient twin
organ,

mainly mute.

Forth and back, rhythmic
sways the light.

Twosome looking at twosome,
each with one eye closed,
the other slowly blinking:

thoughts cross midway
doubts mix.

Are you my mirror or
are we looking
into one?

One wonders;
two wonder;
surely it’s
too wonder-filled
to be real