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Have I planned this?
Have I damned this
Moonlit Optics
Eyes, brilliant,
catch the morning’s glow
Fingertips
on purpose.
I
thigh.
play quick tricks,
trail up the seam of my
want to be bound beneath your body
my sutures in place.
to hold
Keep me
tethered. Stop
Quivers me from separating.
rattle my beater, sudden such as
of genius. I’m vanquished.
a lightning flash, a flash of brilliance,
Locks, curled,
frame your brown gazers
like glasses. Moonlit optics
seize this backdrop
while I capture it in a mental canvas.
deSiree Brown