Lizard

Lizard

Lick
With your sliver tongue
A slick shiny beetle
Like a collar-pin
Posed
Immobile
On an enamelled leaf.
Did you dart
Or creep up on him?
Did your colors change
From gray of rock to foliate green
Or did the beetle see
Yet freeze,
Horrified,
Hypnotized by your golden eye?
The sun, the sun is over everything.
Under its staring gaze
You seem caught interminably.
All focuses
For a motionless eternity
On a point in space.
In the blink
Of a transparent eyelid
It will vanish.