Manifest

(A poem from time ago.)

Your eyes scratched my record,
making it skip,
the daylight just bleached it, scribbled to bits.
It brings my destruction, such pleasant defeat
and a darkness de-thaws me, brings your retreat.
Back through your hazels, mingled with black,
nightlights in the orchard, unearthing this flack.
It made such a wormhole right through my mind,
and tore through my memories, blanched and gone blind.
Without my own vision I still know that gaze,
it studies my lungs, constricting their maze.
The needle unsteady, this records last sigh,
the music poured through me, but now it runs dry.

Nice stuff. I especially like the opening and closing 2 lines.