Greco Wrestlers

These eyes
Have no master
Living on their own
Rebels to the end
Safely tented

Like Greco wrestlers
Sufi twirlers
Everything becomes
A Picasso painting

Twist and shout
Shuck & jive
What world is this
Not yours but mine.

The softest eyelids
Comfort
As the day dims low
Morning, noon, night

Mark Mularz