close, open, et regarder.

where do your eyes
wander
when thin flaps of skin
cover them with little shield?

I know you can still
see
the image of light.

can you see
your mind

or

me?

do you remember
what I look like?

how my dress
fit
tightly

and the bump of
my ass
?

do you care?
do I care?

and when you let-up
the thin flaps

where will your eyes
wander?

to the corner bar,
the girl standing by the ledge
smoking a cigarette
wearing those
shortest of shorts
and the tiniest amount of fabric
over her breasts?

or will they
wander
to the trees.
or the sky.

or toward me.

?

either way, I care not.

I just want the satisfaction
of wandering eyes.