Methedrine Athene

groping for the unblackness of your soul
my only awareness conscious of the deep blue
of your eyes so young to be so creased
why did you worry so
behind glasses that hide to me your thoughts
I see only reflections as you reflect
on what I say the force in my mouth stronger
than the force in my mind
and so morefeeling I talk unthinking
will you ever forgive my embarrassment
and you reflect back to me sensible always and quiet
as my speed-shot eyes try to listen
and my respect grows out of ecstasy