Look Backward, Love

By Eugenia Moore

Now  that you arms no longer hold me

the days pass without a moon

between star and star ---

I reach out as you move by and

feel the air

warm as a sigh of love.

You come and go.

Come, but not to me:

Go, go but not from me.

I wonder if you miss

the way we were?

All of that youth we shared,

those years we cared for each other.

The love...that love was

before winter came.

You look my way, you do not look at me --

you do not avoid me.

Cut deep. Hold breath,

or screams, but remember me

as I was, when you were

the eyes of love etched on my heart

by moonlight.  I could close my eyes

and feel quicksilver in my veins

before your lips touched mine.

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The Door Opens Both Ways

By Eugenia Moore

You are running toward danger

as if I were a stranger...

there is little I can do.

You are reckless, enigmatic,

with a voice so emphatic...

Oh, Child, you are your own enemy.