His brows came to me
in an early morning

dream—the phase between involuntary
twitching and vision adjusting

to new light. What was irresistible
becomes grotesque. Even I have limits

to exaggeration. My love is
not exponential.

Some of it becomes invisible. Still,
I am pleased to open

my eyes to engage expressions
as they appear.

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