1 To W.
Between you and me, there is somebody, always, as if
We are doing something illicit when we just look at each
Other in a crowd: the informer watching us both; a sneak
Collecting the data on how you drop eyes on my lips
And how long I hold your sharp-edged ice of eyes in my mouth;
A policeman who is suspecting me of a crime, since you,
Blinded, cannot find your lost eyes inside fur-walled rooms and rules,
Your eyes crushed between my teeth, thawing still on my bare tongue;
A judge who decides how close, long you see me, your eyes licked,
Leaking, tasted, swallowed by me, dissolved in my flesh; a guard
In a jail who punishes me for leaving you blind; a nun
Who preaches to me on my sin, your eyes hidden
In me.
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