Poem: Taken Hostage

Poem: Taken Hostage
Take your eyes 
from my tunic.
They won’t flicker
looking into mine.
I owe moments,
ageless ones,
but never blind.
Glance over a shoulder,
musing on a bold color,
one you picked for me.
In the vivid portrayals
of your spitting image.
Contours of the cheekbone
in their shifting weight
surrender to their tomb.
Frocked and ribboned,
in demure mourning.
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