Unpeel the cloth that lye so softly on her skin,
peeling and stripping back her flesh as she conceals herself.
Watch her offer herself to the eyes that carved and stripped her,
then watch her plead to be draped in expectation.
You see; to be seen is to be undone.

Ask me about beauty.
I’ll say it’s the battle of the opposites,
so tragically blind that they are one; forever entwined in redamancy.

The rays of her sun shined and projected into him.
A shame he was blinded by the glistening of her glass skin,
her soul far too easily outshined.

oh to be the wept living eternally through the weeper.

in lieu of cruel muscles and flesh,
speak to me through your ineffable gaze.

I wonder about the sun.
If the rays burned through your heart;
so the sears learned to bleed into my hands.
was in lieu of pull,
mere wounds?

I want to feel the pulse of his heart echo so tightly against mine the space between us shrinks until there is no him or me; just our ribs intermingled and tangled together

but all I’ll say is I love you.