Prying Eyes
He coaxed me
out of my mind,
leaving songs as treats
knowing I couldn’t resist
dashing out and gobbling
each chorus and verse
the delicacies
of my own precious,
scrabbling back
as musical notes
dribbled my chin
to leave a trail
he tracked until
I was cornered,
holding out his hand
to take mine
and forcing it
across a braille of skin
sheltered for a lifetime
light crept
to pry its fingers below the lips
of eyelids,
from the ridges of history
I was illuminated
in his epidermal fresco
—-
A blind madwoman
chose to see again
I just opened my eyes
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