the gaze

it was noir or pornography
or both
the way the camera
took hold of her
legs and arms
and just took its time
sliding focusing
until I was fooled
into thinking I was there
but of course
the cinema was murmuring
the whole time
popcorn hissing
and the shivering
of teenage promises
lingering in the seats
so no, I wasn't there
but that big window
still led right to her lips
still gave up
its contrivances
with such a wink
that we all knew exactly
what we were supposed
to be thinking.


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