Lightsey Darst The 2River View, 10.1 (2005)

My eyes live
so far from
my mouth they don't
speak the same language. Because no word

blinds my eyes they stay
bound to outline, motive spiral. While his body
remains lovely, my eyes cannot

say they do not love him.

When my mouth says it,
neither my hands nor
my feet nor the conjurer's rope
of my spine

believes me.

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