See, me?
Bare bodied and brown,
Laying under the gaze of the lurid afternoon sun,
Peeking from the curtains,
A slim and uninvited visitor,
Lighting and igniting my vulnerability,
Places only meant for you.
Silence stretches on,
Your heavy breathing a testament,
To the storm unfurling within.
Yet you let me hold you,
And I wonder, what is it that you see in me?
Do you see the damage I can do?
Do you see the lies I built for you?
Do believe me when my back is against the wall,
And I scream, all that I am, is for you?
You take in the worship that I put up for you,
The lascivious glint of my lipstick painted against your skin,
Femininity, my love, is an art,
And you, my man, are my audience.
But underneath this sun,
My eyes away from yours,
In this terse and rigid silence that you trap me in,
The facade slips almost like it had never been there,
And I lie with you,
Just this afternoon and all for you,
Bare bodied and brown.
YOU ARE READING
Sunshine, Autumn Witches & Other Lies
PoetryA collection of poems that have whatsoever no connection to what I'm feeling but nevertheless has been written. You know, because if I have to be sad might as well make it aesthetic.
