Constructive,
Flesh-tone, highlighted
Bolted against the door
Leading elsewhere; leading out
Away from the affections
Of sable and synthetics.
Eye to eye are we,
That plucked out version of self
I have so carefully extracted and hung
Hung to face my choices; clear, strong, poignant.
Touched.
“Give time to me…”
As my one true task is to exist
For you.
For you, the architect of all my curves.
The creator of my lines, both intersecting
And obtuse.
Love.
The love here is vast
Vast, pure.
True.
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