Windows.
I love trying on eyes
like peeking through stolen glasses
some rose, most are blue
others have a drink inside
your eyes are my favourite-
-ice blue, shapeshifting green
with a gold ring trapped inside them
a taunting case display, for
all the girls who find it
No. Never fit for your sweet little
finger. But, my God! How pretty
you would look if you could break
a way inside I-
-linger in the nook of your neck
another place I don’t belong
and you keep gulping seconds
from my glass eyes, red wine
missing your mouth, wasted
stained by your white button-down
But! at least your hands are
clean.
-Smaranda Domosaru
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