when our eyes meet

i want to dismantle you:
gently pry off your expression
and tuck it into my pocket;
strip you down to your bones
and feel your heartbeat in my hand.
i want to peel away each layer of
words and gestures you wear
until i expose your soft pure self,
your core.
but there’s no time –
as my fingers twist and tug away
the mirror shards between your teeth,
your true thoughts harden into seeds
that rattle in my fist.
i bury them; the sprouts
blossom into stranger trees
with leaves that shine in the dark.

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