draw no desire to be seen,
completely out of your control.
will there ever be a time,
when it can be just that reality …
I walked outside today,
wearing my favorite outfit,
because it feels so good on my skin,
because when I turn the garments flow with me,
because, when I sit I am entirely draped …
yet around me I can feel the eyes,
watching me sway, move, turn to exist,
and I am alone in their eyes.
I wonder if is that easy,
to understand her angst toward Man,
to realize that our physical presence
is entirely scrutinized
in the beholder’s – other’s – eyes.