Three Days/Sde Boker

You with your sapphire eyes. Or black. Or golden-the order matters. I call to you. You reach your hands back. I find my palm in yours. What is silence that is filled with noise? It is you. No, it is your eyes. Your silent, crazy eyes. And yet, I am shrouded in disappointment. To understand I am as interchangeable to you, as you are to me.