If Our Eyes Could Talk by Niang Lun

Your gaze washes upon mine,

Tainted with arbitrary thoughts.

It is so piercing,

So kind, yet so coarse.

Maybe I gather too much

About the way you look at me.

Would I be wrong to assume

Your eyes spoke the words that your

Lips couldn’t?

As if they whispered I’d hung the

Moon in the night sky

Without a single sound.

Terribly intimate

And terribly pretentious for me to assume

That you studied me in admiration;

As if I were a snowstorm in april,

As if I were a flower blooming on a

Scarce land,

As if I were the sun rising when the

World is fast asleep.