their eyes have no lashes
even a bit of filth
does not choose any color
for them: they're all fair and striking
they move and dance without shame;
without eyes who looks with revulsion
they accept all the colors, shapes, and all,
nice and free,
with no boundaries to see.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
