my eyes are not windowsMature

i
my eyes are not windows,
they’re runes written in a dead language.

ii
my legs are not book covers,
my hands are not anchors.

iii
my lips are not welcome mats,
they’re sheaths for the dagger that is my tongue.

iv
my heart is not a token,
my shoulders are not a pulley system.

v
my hips are not handlebars,
they’re church pews.

The End

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