Baby eyes,
chaste
like an unblemished dawn,
Grandmother eyes
clouded
like a hazy dusk
Ogling into each other’s soul
loose, lush and
drunk with each other
Together the two conspire
to concoct
an elfin kinship
Stirring innocence into wisdom
with a wink,
both see
mischievous rule-breaking
as a way to love each other
anke hodenpijl
October 14, 2012
