Nameless

your eyes appeared in the glass

a flash of lightning in the mirror

reflecting into my chest

mine met you before yours

crashed into my gaze 

I was a sun licked lily petal

in the July sun

melting as candle wax

into the bleached grass blades below

my absent breath carried off

my heart in a waltz out the door

leaving my statuesque soul

in the grips of the moment

eagerly snared as we stared

into the tunnel of our recognition

it was over quickly in its eternity

and just as you came

you left as mysteriously out the door

taking with you my hunger

and your name 

African violets

 she grew these plants

with leaves that had the finest hairs

they were velvet to his touch

and most mysterious when he came to visit

his mother cleaned the grower of these plants

house, and the boy and the elderly lady often 

preoccupied each other while she did so

the woman's house was already

an intrigue to the little boy's mind

being situated near a pond with trees

that seemed more like a sea and jungle

to his young blue eyes

and the toys she had in her possession

were better than the other ones

he would find at the other houses

his mother would clean

I mean, she had a castle with

knights, and royalty, and even a dragon

but on top of that, she always had a bag

of chocolate chip cookies waiting for him

made by her own hands and put away for

special days, such as when he came to visit

and though his mom was there to work

he was there as a guest and made sure

to be on his best behavior

always listening to what his hostess had to say

and he remembers that talking softly and singing

to your plants makes them grow, still to this day