Medusa
You have become a sort of curiosity
Your eyes wander up and I watch you
Gravitate toward me
Like a forbidden, foreign thing
I can’t speak
For fumbling for foothold
I am upturned and reeling
My mouth hurts from shyly grinning
Why are you so beautifully strange?
Your hands perched on the desk beside
I lean into you as you speak,
My thoughts throbbing and body weak
Why are you so uniquely intricate?
With depths longing to be
Unfettered, eyed naked
Conquered
Somehow I fell for you with hardly any words;
I drifted into a sleep vivid and new
I was drawn like weathered moths
A moon-stricken tide—
The mournfully lost
You are an anomaly
I stand, pupils stagnantly wide
And take you in like a dream in the night.
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