Oriental Sunrise

pure morning
her porcelin lids
coddle her eyes like
teacups holding eggs

pale lids glide easy as
bras slipping away from
white corneal breasts, brown pupils

pinch, tighten,
obedient to
light
touching.

Her china eyes
pearls asleep on silk
they follow wind
fingering through curtains
marbles sliding in oil

lids fluttering wings
sunblinded butterflies

bright strawberries
swimming in oyster shell
white thumbs of slurring wind
nudge the sun high above.

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