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| Photo Credits: Lee La |
Dispassion
Some women
have an eye for talent.
Wide-eyes.
Sharp, blunt, dispassionate
eyes.
Staring into souls.
into journals, books, newspapers, prose,
porn,
into empty alleys,
cat fur, cigarette stubs.
Thick. Black. Dense.
Consuming eyes.
Eyes of a bedouin
lost at sea.
Eyes of nostalgia, poetry, death
and politics.
Eyes soaking in
passion,
soiling hearts
and minds of young men.
Dancing wild with curiosity
and innocence.
Eyes never looking within but always
without.
I could've loved women too.. If only
I,
didn't find beauty so unbearable
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