i woke up in your eyes, a slam poem

i woke up in your eyes

trapped here, in disguise

i tried to scream and to escape, but i stopped when i saw that i was hurting you.

and never have i wondered how it is to be in a blue ball made of glass

that cries

and when it cries, it makes me slide- and sometimes the current takes me away

like the sea

but you see? i can’t feel their coldness, their viciousness, the art of being wet

of the tears.

 i can only see them sliding down on your eyes

like the rain on our window

then- your eyelids fall down

closing with them the movie of me seeing through your eyes,

you

and my light.