I am your Masterpiece

Blue white zigzag quilts cover and spread—
yellow red light salt lamp peaceful glow—
I'm looking at you—you're looking at me eyes blinking,
smile’s growing—holding, grasping—What are you thinking?
Laughing.

My mind's a garden when I think about what you want—
it's what I want—soft lips, warm touch, talk about nothing—
everything—passion cedes its sigh.
Quiet walks in the night, later—holding hands as you blossom—
questionings that wipe away my mind—rebuild me.
Again and again.

Different ways to love you.
New ways to love you.
Better ways to love you.

Yes, I can see—I want you to know me—blackmail me—
look at me naked in my shame as sooner rather than later
those little wisps of blackness find their way out—LOOK AT ME.

See me.

Use everything I am against me, smite me, kill me—
love me, too.
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