Softer than moonlight, Sharper than the sun. When you hit my skin, Not with force but... With this passion, It stings and I want to cry, All my tears brought to the surface. I don’t understand how you do this, Under the blue light, Under the bright sky, In the middle of a snow storm, Across 10,000 miles, You turn me inside out, Exposing the raw, The ugly, And there’s nowhere to hide, From that gaze. You force me into myself, Where I can only be, Everything I hoped.