The Path of Least Resistance The pavement was made for walking
The city spied on every step
The corner of your eye watching
We strolled into the trap.
It was the path of least resistance
Then.

The sea was made for crossing
The end of winter was a sign
The corner of your eye melting
Dissolving into mine.
It was the path of least resistance
Then.

The land was made for returning
Open handed to dreaming exiles
The corner of your eye fading
Turned elsewhere along the miles
It was the path of least resistance
Then.

Now
Bereft of your looking,
I've lost the path of least resistance.
The city, sea and land are always spinning,
holding themselves at a distance.
The corner of your eye is nowhere,
and I hunger in persistence
to be in sight,
to be in colour,
Tired of the white of new beginnings.
To be known as your eye knows me,
At the center of your iris.
You let me in with the light onto
The path of least resistance
That in the end,
led away from you.

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