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THE HEART
-set before the beast
who idly watches with wild eyes
the fragments throb and weep
like the meshing of a wound
before tearing raw flesh from bone
and tossing aside the naked truth.
In the Naked Light I am Blind
Not with my eyes do I see the blue of your own
Yet, I have been blessed
For I can feel the warmth of your smile
and for this, I need not eyes at all.
two by two poems by Jodi Harman
sitting alone
one facing
one the other
two eyes to two
not looking
at each other
hearts to stone
and brains to dust
two left alone
to smother
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