Itís not the thing you fear, she said.
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Well, yes it is, but
Not the way you fear it.
Itís just a minor thing, she said,
A loverís bite,
A passion of the sun and skin.
The gods of dermatology
Will zap and clear the summer kiss
That squats above your lip.
I smiled, remote. Fear? I laughed Ė
But, sitting on my itching fingers,
Planned vacations underground.
The eyes rule all.