Mind-Body Monism: the Boy's a Man

Do opposite intuitions attract?
Or opposite eye colors?

That's easy. What's the difference?
A blueness draws me in
when drawn out by a sapphire shirt
the color of a far-off country's
crystal waves.
Yep. Easy. I'm relaxing on them, mesmerized.
Those focused eyes
lit by your soul
stare-
step into mine,
here and now
dividing
the fool
from
the gold.
Yet you love both
just as they are.

And then--sometimes they scintillate
deep, green,
a sharp adventure waiting.
Stormy jewels of yours demand an emerald
action on my part.
And so my black holes yawn in wonder
at the stirred-up thunder under your soft awning of dark
swooping bangs.

See, x-ray vision
like mine
sometimes darts
all
around
your
face,
scanning possibilities,
but lands d
o
w
n
lower
'cause the meaning of your words, inflection
and the jutting-out of chin that lifts
the curtained shadow over them
unlock your eyes so I can see straight
through their magnifying glass
a flash
of your anatomy.
It makes me blush.
A skeleton:
a structural
integrity--
bare bones of
character
determined
to grow stronger--
tolerant no
longer, though, of
mere milk.
Muscles:
built on
meat
a n a l y z e d
into
ENERGY.
Sometimes tearing,
but repairing. Strength.
The most attractive manly power:
gentleness of self-control.
Organs of passion
running underground
bleed out a tenderness
profound
fed by a thick and pulsive river
flowing from a heart of flesh.
Electric| |impulse| |repulsion,
|compulsion| |propulsion|
all through
Love-sensitive intestines,
guide a chosen destiny; as if,
after the wise digestion of some fully-filling Truth, you know to
go with your gut.

Embarrassed, and afraid
I've said too much,
I ramble about the dumbest things.

I can't touch this.
It is not mine.
I keep expecting reprimand
like "Hey!
my eyes are up here,"
when you sense me looking at you
like that.
But instead you laugh
at my stupidest joke
and my eyes drift back,
as anyone's would,
to yours and I am
at ease again
still so ready for adventure
confident in all I saw.
But you?
What do you see?

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