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Pupil
"Pupil" - 2/14/17
 
I could fall in love with you in less than five minutes
Metaphorically speaking but for the fixed picket fence
Figure-eighted 'round your faith
 
Sometimes you leave your hands on the table
Mid-gesture, Italianishe-style as if Santa Claus 
Hand-modeled affable intimacy's always the least
 
Pretentious eyes smiling surreptitiously 
Knowing they have the upper glint
I look up sometimes at the hot lights
 
Shining directly in my eyes even though I've been told
They'll blind but nowadays I do it in your honor
Transferring dishonor from my minds eye into 
 
Irides where the damage can't be seen by anyone
Except me holy is the apple
Unpicked from Eden's tree