Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Watch me in my element 
with my eyes pointed away 
not noticing you, just as you intend
because I could run from 
the look you give me. 
Capture me with your timing, 
aim your intentions at me,
& suddenly I'm mounted as a trophy; 
eyes caught in a moment over & over, 
never moving or climbing off & away. 
Or see me as I'm meant to be, 
appreciate my fleeting beauty, 
more beautiful because 
you don't see it like me. 
& in that moment you don't 
steal the air out of my lungs in pursuit, 
you just let me exist. 
& then I look at you. 

I'm getting older;
lines on my skin are fossils 
of moments I've lived 

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