public intimacies (2 art gallery)

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Public intimacy 2

in the art gallery
His Irises 
draws me, yes.
You, too, it seems,
the way you stand
transfixed by green fire.
But it doesn’t
smart my flesh,
flush my heart,
race my mind—
doesn't make me yearn
for a giddiness,
burn for a headiness,
nor compel me to bear
stirrings of an occasion
for untold bliss.
What it does do,
and nicely,
is keep me
from turning
to stare
at your nose,
your neck,
your arms,
your hips,
your legs,
   your hair.