Study 00

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between margins of suspended silver
you compose something short and esoteric

with only your eyes.

i scribble it down
in my periphery, a student

of Venus.

I summon you

to my cleanest mirror,

like Mary just where I love you:

at waist level.

I am your Lady of Shallot

loving you safely through glass.

Weaving what one eye permits

of Venus.

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