In the gaze of the other

"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"

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A woman I know told me, “Do what you love,”
but I loved her and she was taken–with someone else,
so I couldn’t do her.
 
A man with very short hair, shorn I would say, advised,
“Don’t be afraid to let your hair down sometimes.”
My hair was longer than days back then.
 
A fellow friend asked yet again, “If we were lovers,
would we still be friends?”
Friends don’t let friends ask sleazy hypotheticals.

 

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