Cut Glass

Maybe if I could have seen the color of your eyes, I would have known they were lying to me.

I profiled the rest of your body: the wrestler’s arms, the sturdy torso, fast legs, licked-pink lips, strong hands I wanted on me…

You said you were green. I didn’t know you meant green like arsenic, perfect poison, hiding behind gray, blinking eyes. You never showed me the dark, the jade stone of you, the cut glass before you cut me. Maybe if I’d seen your eyes, I wouldn’t have let you.

I would have known you wanted me, too.