Follow his gaze when he charts
the globe of your body, archive each line he traces with first impression hubris: the visual scan of locked jawline on each side that softens when it reaches common ground kept up Keep it up, the record of his slide along the slope of exposed collarbones, where skeleton and skin have perspired to create the totem pole that steadies your head Watch how he outlines eyebrows shaped not by thread but wire; only metals that carry current can frame pupils the color of spark Document the stare on a vertical quest of your form, where along your arm do eyes expand in obsession, the arc formed ahead of elbow where each bend strengthened the fibers now bare in deserted dress, or the firmness of the mountain unmoving in each of your wrists, the visible channels of green somewhere in flesh, stretched in a network unseen so a heart can still beat How defined is the line of each borrowed rib, how deep is the canyon enclosed by edges of hip, does he ogle every fossil turned wrinkle in palms and prints, glare at the silhouette of the arrow assembled by torso and underarm, does he glimpse at line suggestive, decide to park there his optic inspection But arrogant are the eyes that finish the sketch of your figure, does he not know that a gaze that ends challenges mathematicians, ancient scholars who named you symbols, defined a line as a dimension that extends perpetually, infinitely; be wary when he looks away, of the solicitor who attempts to rewrite geometry
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Mehrnoosh TorbatnejadMehrnoosh was born and raised in New York. Her poetry has appeared in The Missing Slate, Passages North, HEArt Journal Online, Chiron Review, and is forthcoming in Natural Bridge and Pinch Journal. She currently lives in New York and practices matrimonial law. |