Once in a Youth

I wore his eyes
gold fire spindles
creek-bedding dark Nigerian brown
striped stone of his muscular body
as diamonds, opals, and pearls
drew a murky bottom rhino's bath

I wore his eyes
side-stepped gems below my own
flame throwing spheres
mid-air riding white fur
from a rabbit's spinning wheel
fine stitching my winter coat

I wore his eyes
tiger walking jungle paths
through hidden pitfalls
concealing the primal thief
javelin thrusting
erect passion

'Til I wore his eyes, no more
quicksand forming their tomb
salty tears
their only companion
as I stagger from the scene
where last
I wore his eyes

Peggy Meeks-king and Cynthia Proctor

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