The measure of beauty comes from the degree

of swivel

Eye impact for those dead-on
and with them the first reaction,
attraction.
Shown in that subtle communication
of widening and surprise
indicating to those who recognize
there’s something to see.

Then, swiveling begins

Heads limit their usage,
but necks point them to the direction,
and one by one and twos and threes
follow the cue of the herd mentality.
Everyone, eventually sees.
Most stare with killed thoughts,
mouths open,
and, if enhanced by object's motion,
track the face, the hair, the body luck,
like a hunter in a damp swamp
aiming his slender rifle,
picking out a sleek duck.
All the mammals in the room are likewise stuck.

While the person with her changed personality,
unable to unsee how she’s being seen,
wonders what to do with so many eyes,
and takes note, maybe horrified somewhat by the thoughts behind them
she exits

then all heads remember together how foolishly they gawk
and their necks all swivel back

to their thoughts about golf.