Woman Before Me
The eyes
The eyes so piercing
Looking through you as if
You were some object
Of her anger, or excitement
Inside her clasped hands
Is her mouth, unknown
Is what is going on there
Spite? Joy? Fear?
Seemingly she escapes
The plea of being
Alone, as she implies
You are seen
And her emotion
Is geared towards you
Her hands look
Like scales of a fish
Leading you more to wonder
What exactly is there
Her hair dyed, to accompany
Her mood
But doesn’t reveal
The exact emotion
Of her mouth in hiding
Looking at you
She desires something from you
But what is it?
What does she want?
Poems that paint a picture contest - Silent One
12 September 2017
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