His Hands Rest In His Eyes Poem by Zyw Zywa
His Hands Rest In His Eyes
Who will do it, who
will sketch who I am
not just any
woman with skin
and hair and a figure
eight, ten, like this, like that
but lifelike? The dreamer
perhaps, who is looking
around vaguely, letting
my image sink in before
he begins to draw; his hands rest
in his eyes, his look is soft
no searchlight
that bleaches me and lights up
less than it blinds
Saturday, March 13, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: identity
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Collection 'Mastress'
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