Gecko Poem by Charl JF Cilliers
Gecko
Near my window
sill I watch the gecko
gaze at me: sit
like an ancient amulet
on my wrist.
I open my fist
and it moves slowly towards my
palm (its smoky eye
watching) to feed from my open
hand: I observe the thin
feathery throat that ticks
as its tongue intermittently licks
its lidless eyes as if to clear
primeval visions from its stare:
it watches me as if I am not here.
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