Angelique
by Armando Ortiz
Onyx and diamonds in the sky,
and we see each other with frozen eyes.
An immense distance separates us from our smiles,
but with each paused breath we shorten those miles.
You are like a porcelain doll surrounded by crystal glass,
and I am a weathered bronze marker listing events of times passed.
We are timeless pieces suspended
in the eroding moment of now.
Nothing more than traveling amulets
to the gods who cross caravan orbits,
and worship oracles given by the marble fountains.
Glass melts with time,
and metal oxidizes,
and we get lost in the labyrinth
of our smiles.
Our gaze lasts a lifetime
and we get lost
in the desires of ourselves.
Your eyes
become a collection of stares,
and an exchanged thank you.
They become
the pupils of a traveled
Tibetan guide,
and of the foreign student
who wanted to look
into these coffee eyes.
We wander this earth searching
but we might have already found
what is before our eyes.
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