You Showed Me

As for me I’ve been up
too late again, trying
to draw your attention away
from the lateness of the hour
with my icicle dandelion breath
disgruntled by the weather
which is still up for debate
although I haven’t been operational
since you put this splinter
in my eye and called it graceful
there were some unhurried gestures
that are worthy of your face
some undeniable leaf changing
color into bud not unlike the last
time you showed me that eyes
can meet without metaphor
that strands of hair separate
to demonstrate the attraction
here is the shatter in my breast
please make it a window again.