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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