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Gaze by Cynthia Mellott We cannot look at each other, Fearful we will be transformed Into pillars of salt Made of the tears we will not Allow ourselves to shed. We cannot look at each other, But must turn our backs Lest we meet each other’s Medusa gaze And be turned --not into Stone Which would be welcome with its Cool solitude -- But into Longing flesh. © Copyright 1997, Cynthia Mellott, All Rights Reserved. |
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