Shawn Lynn Walker
Pick any ten words, Eight of them are yours, Honestly born in the midst of meditation On her desires and your fulfillment of them. The other two are the reasons youíll read it again. Maybe at the turn of an unfamiliar phrase You will feel as you felt For that moment during your last intimate conversation When her head turned, her gaze Caught briefly on a passer-by, Someone you didnít recognize. She returned her eyes to yours As if they never left, And you couldnít ask--- Either you didnít know how, Or you were afraid of the answer. But that instant when you lost her Made that conversation different From every other one Because it made you wonder, as you did When you were dancing in the bedroom last Monday night. Once, at least once, She turned to watch Her own reflection in the mirror. How curious and challenged you felt At her obvious pleasure, How compelled you felt To step in front of those eyes That looked back just as intensely, And held her for a second In a gaze that forgot you existed. And you wonder why you feel that Your favorite passage in this poem May have been conceived in that moment.
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