Eyes that Tried to Wake the Past but Woke the Wind

It was the way the way the way it was
The nesting place for wounded sonnets
The way the eyes opened and shut
The way the hair tasted like champagne
The way of the lustrous encounter not
Mouths but monstrously hungry laughter
It was the open hands that trembled
It was the way the way the way it was
The resting place of all the fallen songs
The way one one five one nine eight zero
The way numbers more silent than water
The way of the fangs of the rose of it
The flower emboldened it unfolding its grace
It was the way the way the way it was