Now my eyes are all empty
In the cellphone photo grabs
You make at me and my life—our life
That seemed violated by my own imagination
Gone wild as you say
My lizard skin begs for soft kid gloves
That cover well above the elbow
Six months ago I was Bella
Donna-eyed in the same
Center Parterre Box
When you cared eough to be
Scared for both of us
In a box we made
Made long before
Thinking about it
Long before its cliche