post the hundred-fifty-eighth, 2013

from where i sit
you look vulnerable
in a way that'd probably surprise you
if you could see what i see.
i know that it surprised me
to see the things that i see
from where i sit:
a softly sunburnt shoulder,
a down-turned gaze
of eyes that don't quite focus
on the yellowed pages
of that old book lying open
on your knobby teenaged knees.
where ever your liquid mind is -
to whatever far reaches it's seeped -
it's clear you've let your guard down.
at least, it is to me,
from where i sit
where i see
what i see.