Look

Look. I see you. Look.

From the pages of your book,

from your plate, the food you cook,

I see you. Look.

You are beautiful and fine.

Your reflection in your wine

gazes at what is not mine

or yours. You dine

and you are dined upon.

You never came, are never gone,

will never set and had no dawn.

Listen to John.

This moment is the care you took.

I see you. Look.

Love to the Good Looking,

- John O.