A dazzle
of a day,
even though it's two below.

If I seem to patronize and always limit what I say
                to the cliches of affection, mother,
      and never give a good goddamn what you are doing:

A trifle pompously, my love, you move among
                         the mass of nerve-
                 tissue in my cranium:

These eyes an accusation. 
Or quiet question 
Containing its own answer.