BULLSEYE by Victoria Mbabazi
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BULLSEYE
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I’m an oil painting hungÂ
in the centre of the roomÂ
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dressed in silk smellingÂ
like palm trees honey dew lipsÂ
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waiting for presentation lightsÂ
shut off so I don’t fade sans audienceÂ
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though the stars chip away at me
if the curtains are left open I justÂ
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hope I catch you at the right time eyes
steady and focused I hope I catch youÂ
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wanting me whatever way you likeÂ
the way I’d like you to want me
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