by Sally Bliumis-Dunn
What if I could see you through the iridescent blue
of the dragonfly’s compound eyes whose surface
appears like finely jeweled mesh— the dragonfly
who can see three hundred frames per second
compared to the human’s sixty—I would like to watch you
through that iridescent blue, hold you
with my eyes, look closely in slow motion
at the language of your petal-tongue as its tip
presses, for a moment, the inner
walls of your teeth as though regaining
balance there, another form of silence in the dark
of your mouth, another deliberate
beauty I might have failed to understand.
From:
The Russell Streur Nature Anthology I
Copyright ©:
2025, North of Oxford online journal
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