"Crimes and Takers"

Eyes of crimes meet,
assign sight to kind takers
of buoyant energy
to return them together

As green fades to yellow
on the back parts of souls,
falling oceans,
to a depth of deepest blue,
draw towards the interior
of eyes that test.

They follow me,
my fine traces,
nearest cords
within the limits of yours
but in better harmony.

In times of insight
and turns of purpose for heads,
remote square-bodies
enter from other directions
with their Life-taking passion
to purloin experience from under you
with movement
and then... conversation...
of a physical sort.

There... it's a crime to look,
And here... is my taker.