Lizard Eyes
Cold blooded one,
your lizard eyes pursue my path
through the wasted ages of cold exile.
Upon your rock you linger,
gathering the ardor
of a primal star;
And I am chained atop my world,
a fractured idol
consummated in dust
and chasing the sun with abstract hands.
I could have been you
if only my blood
hadn't seared my veins
as it coursed like lava through them.
But here beyond the quivering walls
of the circle,
it is a winter's morning;
The hedon gaze of lizard eyes
pierces fire through my every
cold thought.
©1999 Elizabeth Hebert
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