Monday, July 5, 2010

The Mind's Eye.

her irises smolder
through the fabric
of your t-shirt
tracing the dip of your triceps
and their unintentional flex
skimming over the past
in fading images of ink
her eyes follow
the rise of your chest
and they know the inside
as they stroke the angled line
of your clenched jaw
her gaze always sees
what is just beyond

diminutive is
the falsified stature
slithering on an underbelly
sliced open wide

not so wise are the eyes
that search deep within
lost on expectations
calculated rapidly
by probable lies

(c) Heather Brager 7.5.10

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