Her
I can see her silhouette
When I close my eyes,
Trace her curve against the darkness
With fingers that are not my own,
With moonlight
That belonged to you.
My eyes have never seen her
But they would know her shape,
For your eyes have a thousand times.
I stand before them now,
Spotlit by sunlight rays
Atop my pedestal.
But when I blink
I see moonlight
Silhouetting her shadowed form
Against my eyelids' instantaneous midnight.
She reaches out to topple me
With fingers that are not her own;
Her eyes burn moonlight blades
Into my back.
They know my shape,
For yours have a thousand times.
©1999 Elizabeth Hebert
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