blink.


Your eyes,
Lover.
blink widen sigh
Pulse beat of your lids
Chiming ticks of frustration

You want the surface me
the pre-packaged
social chameleon
Fine print not included with purchase

You want the sultry me
cinnamon slanted strut
fresh coat of body paint

You want the Ultimate Survivor me
the lovingly self ruthless factory
that absorbs your hardships
and manufactures tinfoil solutions
frantically ignoring
the vultures circling over my own head

You want the Giving Tree
who breaks a little more
with each part taken

your eyes want more
always more
twin orbs dilate red hunger
raw slick revel touch

i want
to be more than your gallery of masks and bragging rights

i want you to
fill my gaps
swallow the moment and
blink

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