Her eyes touch
the smooth of the hollow
in my throat;
And laying like grapes
in a bowl
Those eyes roll 'round
in that space
And rise to the gaping
of the hole
Of my mouth
Looking inside for the truth
Behind the lips of my mind
And wondering,
And pondering,
And seeking,
To see
What all eyes see
Yet cannot behold
The person
that is me.
Grapes in a Bowl
written by Oniena Onda
A Wyandotte Woman
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