Tuesday, December 02, 2003

Eyes met,
The stranger's eyes met mine.

O deceit!
Ere I could lock him 'neath my eye's doors
he locked me!
trapped was I, in his eyes..

O deceit!
That he should open them again,
that he should turn that gaze elsewhere
that I should be left floundering for breath...

now out from behind his eyes' doors
wilting in harsh light.

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