just a girl in the deli doorway
looking beyond the photographer
into that which is infinity
and which can never be touched
aside from with our eyes
looking beyond the photographer
into that which is infinity
and which can never be touched
aside from with our eyes
to be a woman is a sentence
for which there is no relief
nor crime - and she wears it
on her shoulders, in every pore
of her face
the world a place of mutual unwanting
her soft hardness
an appeal and a threat
so she reaches into
the beyond
(so often his
subjects are leaning
against something
metal and shiny
something opposite
to the luster of their skin
so alive and defiant
and yet the need of support
of that which is real
while their faces speak
of all which is not -
take me with you
break me you already do
I watch unable
to look away
from such beauty.)
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