The attention of a single eye,
cuts through my defences in a cold loving manner
as though speaking of how I must
allow its invasive behaviour.
I’m open to this,
my goodness, I’ve been made to be available,
barbed wire tugged aside
to reveal, well,
flesh and muscle for assessment.
The naked eye surveys my exposed skin
I’m no longer impervious to attack
because it, it has stripped me clean,
a fact determined,
I am made clear of any misunderstandings,
my desire to close off, just for a few moments
because this beady eye is akin to
a fortune teller’s ball,
it can see through what’s presented,
and this is no fairy tale at all.
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