Parked on the dashboard,
hidden behind the rumble of the motor.
Cut the power,
she is now slipped between
the darkness of shaded smiles.

Try to map your way
through the blankets covering
our porcelain skin,
splattered color,
alive and eye catching camouflage,
the curtain masking the backstage magic.

Expectations of how attraction should act,
(eye catching)
distracting to wallflower blooming.
Blending into the wallpaper viewing,
not shy when words that are collected and
correct on a situation,
and the significant color of your aura.

Will you be gold and
feed the flourishing flesh of growing flow.
Will you view
the tickle of the tangled infestation
of roots, as the
bottom of a plant,
Or as the foundation of
life to a silent wallflower blossom?

Show how honest,
you with the golden aura can be.
Maybe you,
can peek behind the curtain but
you must give, to gain the trust of the unseen.