Disfigurement

Unaccustomed to strangers,
I didn't speak. He said nothing

but looked at me. It felt deep,
as beautiful a look I ever did see.

My face would turn your bowels to water.
He chose instead to envelop me,

and my face flushed a great warmth.
We didn't speak, but I did quiver.

Life taught me to always look down
where suddenly I thought I might find

a calm on the Sea of Galilee
or the shoes of a fisherman.

Instead I found two empty loafers
beside his disfigured feet.


from Tzara's "Weekly Challenge"