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THE ART GALLERY ON THE SUBWAY (a poem)

Updated: Oct 15, 2019

I saw you on the subway

You didn't know me, of course

But I've seen you a thousand times

I've seen the darkness of your eyes in the hard strokes painters use on blank canvases

Where do the depths of those eyes lead to?

I've seen your curves in vases covered in finishing gloss so tempting to touch.

Is your skin as cool as the hard clay on display?

I've seen your teeth in portraits of lions menacing yet beautiful.

If you bit me would I shiver in pleasure or pain or both?

I've seen you pose like The Thinker or in my mind the lover.

Is there room next to you?

My heart sinks when my stop arrives.

I watch the person who takes my place on the subway with envy

Because they stole my free admission to the art gallery that is you.



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