Four walls around you. 1940s. Pamphlet cover.
I know an alien with brown eyes.
A red heart that skips beats. A grey mind that never slept and never fell for love..or simply won’t admit the slip. Scars cover it’s soft skin but don’t callous the flesh, that flesh that has touched but never held. That spirit of an immortal wouldn’t die.. even in the crash. That alien with brown eyes that never wept, made an alien of me.
Tender is the night For a broken heart Who will dry your eyes When it falls apart?
“Under the Moon, night smells like your body.”
— Kenneth Rexroth (1905-1982), from “The Love Poems of Marichiko” (1978)
