Study 00

between margins of suspended silver
you compose something short and esoteric
with only your eyes.

i scribble it down
in my periphery,

a student of Venus.

I summon you

to my cleanest mirror,

like Mary. Just where I love you:

at waist level.

I am your Lady of Shallot

loving you safely through glass.

Weaving what one eye permits

of Venus.