Distant Stare
He doesn't stare anymore. He doesn't stare deep into my eyes like he found a resource of love. He doesn't stare like we share a common understanding of attraction. After I revealed my complexity, I could no longer be a projection of his values. I could no longer be his exotic objectification of skin, lips and eyes without those pesky interferences of intelligence, heart and Spirit. No, now his eyes look at me with a common look. His eyes are dim, like the light snuffed out after hitting a switch just before falling exhausted into bed. His stare no longer lingers on me. I am part of a clean sweep of the room. He packed up his stare and looked past me to distant destinations and far away places.
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