OH, JEAN
by Robert K. Johnson
When you let me see
your secret
self-portrait:
your eyes bright
but black,
your mouth
scream-wide,
and, rising
long and thin
from the top
of your head,
five leaping flames
—how can my love
for you
not be doubled
yet left
impossibly far
away from you.
Copyright © 2014 by Robert K. Johnson.