you can give another person
is to see him.
or her.
Them
(Yesterday, when he fucked me, I could not look into his eyes
when we were, so called, making love;
well, we were not drowning, we were not clamping each other for life, and for sure it was not love
I wonder if I even liked him, if we even liked each other)
The greatest gift is to see them. How they stand, how they hold their head, do they have a twinkle in their eyes, or maybe only in the right eye?
To look into their eyes.
(Which colour were the eyes of the streets cleaner down the harbour? Deep brown? Deeper green?
I looked into his eyes and I saw hesitation, cautiousness, waiting, patience
and then I looked a little longer, not overstepping the politeness code, and I saw kindness,
maybe recognition, and more kindness)
The greatest gift, and act of mercy, of redemption -
To see who you face.
(early this morning when he fucked me, who was I for him? He likes older women, he said, and he has many, many, many.
Strong, full of energy, gushing inside him, no direction, gushing in bursts out him,
into me
my starving body drinking his warmth)
The greatest privilege to be gotten is to See the other.
(When the street cleaner down the harbour let me see his face, he opened his heart,
his eyes opened, recognition, no longer than One, Two, gone)
The greatest privilege is to look, be still, open my eyes, no breath,
just watching.
(The big black soft low soft soft voiced harbour worker rested his hand across his big strong? heavy? broad? breast, he was 20 cm taller than I am, silent, give up strenght radiated from him, I stood politely 30 cm from him, laid his hand over his heart, pumping, and wished me a good day)