Sometimes...
I like to play with my eyes
like a camera with it's focus
I focus on your face
your freckles, your wrinkles
the sparkle in your left eye
Then I zoom out
you go out of focus
I go beyond you
I observe the words
Apricot, Songbird Oolong, Peace Tea
I come back to see the light from
a display case play on the edge of
your enfolded hands
white against the warm brown
that is your skin
What do these hands know?
Are they hard or soft?
What have they touched?
How do they work?
Sometimes...
I like to play with my eyes
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