when i reached across the table

when i reached across the table
and saw what was happening
in the reddened edges
of your eyes,
i understood
this one simple thing

i have become your onion.

something as timeless

there are no birds in your hands
only fingers
you are not awake yet
but you can hear the city
beneath your window breathing
in the silence
between your dreams
the eggs you are so careful
not to drop
are hiding deep inside you
and your fire escape
has nothing to do
with fire