“Stop looking at me that way,” she said.
He’d heard it before. He said, “What way?”
She said, “Don’t tell me it’s all just play.
Undressing me with your eyes instead
of ripping fabric and tearing thread
still’s violence if I don’t say you may.”
Conversation’s a fractal display
with deep patterns inside to be read.
He said, “Sorry for my deception.
I’m not going to make up some lies.
Maybe we both can work out a plan.”
He phrased his desire as a question.
“May I take off your clothes with my eyes?”
She giggled. And she said, “Yeah, you can.”
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