In the gaze of the other

"My mistress' eyes are nothing…"

Under Your Gaze: Poem 11

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I live under your gaze
 
in a box
 
by the bus bench
 
in the bushes.
 
Though our eyes
 
never meet,
 
not a glance my way,
 
I feel your shame.
 
Don’t.
 
Judge my story.
 
You’ll find it in my eyes.

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