Reminiscence

Your skin was a horizon over which 
I gazed when we were close enough. 
And there I saw such sights! 
The stone ridges of my bookshelf; 
Messages carved into mountains 
For others to read and see 
And the yellow bulb of the sun 
Ready to set with a flick of a switch. 
There were sheets of ice made from 
Nothing but the frozen cubes out 
Of my freezer tray. 
And jungles grown out 
of my sick green carpet. 
Idiots say that love comes not from 
Looking at each other, but from gazing 
Outwards together. They tell stories 
Of faraway lands without ever 
Leaving their own houses. 
They look outwards because they 
Cannot bear themselves 
They see their own failure 
And are ashamed 
Learn to look at each other 
And there will be grass to lie in 
Full of strange and tickling things. 
Places full of bugs, whose legs 
Pinch and prick and make you laugh. 
I saw all these things over the place 
Your neck and shoulder join together 
Like the river and the ocean.