The Exhibit


For a second
our fleeting eyes touch your Exotic.
The Other.
Your gaze reaches beyond
our eyes, the lens, the glass and steel.
To what?
The once wide open?
Chromosomal memories of pounding blood, breath, scent and voice?
Or have you relinquished
to the obsessive circle within the frame?

Back and forth
Back and forth
Back and forth
Posed here in this empty chamber of our passing pleasures,
what is left of your wild, dear wild one?