Of Capture

There are some dark eyes
we should not explore because
we will see ourselves in what
they want and what they
will destroy. On Wednesday
you don’t turn your head
quickly enough, and she
sweeps like a quick breath
into the one small unguarded
corner of your soul that hides
desire and passion from her.
You see something different
in her eyes-pleasure, maybe even
the wonder a young soldier
feels when he stands without
witnesses over a dead body:
Did I do this?
Is this what it means
to take a life, a soul—
in less than a minute? Yes.