Unhypnotize
in the screen of your eyes
carousels went round,
menageries of style
flashy and cute while
your facial commercials hypnotized.
one real caress
would’ve been enough
to cut through the drama,
dispel my worship like breeze.
icons would’ve tumbled,
the glitz to drip off your
photogenic chin onto a new sort of
stage without promotion.
it wouldn’t even have to be sexual.
just no televisuals.
no cloned chicks or
masculine rocks. just
a glimpse of true concern,
alien to your fluorescence,
the kind that honors a journey
of genuine touch.
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