eye contact
it's all in the eyes
windows to the soul,
you look askance
catching my profile
believing i cannot see, cannot see
as if i am blinded
by some cosmic explosion
that glares across the night sky;
the gentle tilt of the brow, closed lids
as if you can avoid
my gaze, as if you could
block me from seeing
within your soul when it dances
across your face in a stationary cha-cha
windows to the soul,
you look askance
catching my profile
believing i cannot see, cannot see
as if i am blinded
by some cosmic explosion
that glares across the night sky;
the gentle tilt of the brow, closed lids
as if you can avoid
my gaze, as if you could
block me from seeing
within your soul when it dances
across your face in a stationary cha-cha
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