Disguised In Disfigurement
The tone of her silhouette
indulges darkness, as the
diameter of my pupils dialate to
fixate on her widening hips,
her thighs grip,
a rush of lust dances in my veins,
forming masquerades fit to
entertain the eager breath that
sways dramatically between the kiss
our kiss,
like a dream undiscovered,
dressed in a design to distract, but my
eyes move rapidly through disfigurement,
as I find the absolute in the truth your
skin bares, scars to ward off the
hardened stares;
so
alone, you lie uncared for; but
I can bare your body beyond the images,
for my vision of you is
untouched by judgement,
I wish you to unshelter your grace
remove you face and learn to
chase what you are afraid of ....
I chase with my tongue, unraveling
tight words you spoke to hide nerves
too unsteady to become real,
I kiss your skin 'til it's healed,
'til you are unscatched by the
fear of being loved for only your beauty;
unshield you from the
heavy exterior you wear
to ward off the
hardened stares
your beauty reflects a glare,
yet I soften my eyes,
my touch, and my pace
and love you before I see your real face
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