The eyes
Are such finicky
Keepers
Her eyes lost
Glow, can’t even
Keep her little secrets.
And that is when
I lunge and attack:
When she is most bare
I lay love all around
The floor, surrounding her
Until I do something wrong
And that is when my
Eyes are bare
And hers too
Now we fix things
Join bones and form
Structures again
Just to break
And rebuild
And break
A flabbergasting repetition
An undulation:
Beauty, malice.
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