TO MAKE TRANSLUCENT (BY WINDOWSILL)
In daylight I was addicted
proud as a marble statue
painted the emotions as vacant
Until the colors shifted
night sky brings tenderness
Come and return
Remind me of my insides
something so loud
there it came
My need for softness,
the secret desire of mine
heart aches like my teeth
I sew it tight in rising light.
I break myself
became prone to screaming it
in the dark until breathless
allowed time to access
chase the release,
throw my body over the staircase.
It becomes untrue
futile efforts of sanctity
their worth meets the open
head and heart learn shifting.
I look at the sky and open
proud
my soft skin stone pit
my bright flesh
changing with seasons
harshness and gentleness hold
balancing strength
climbing and dying
cycling over
As sunlight exposes every layer
it is intimacy
to be close by the light
cut through connections of skin
closed eyes seek open
flutter
ever still
insects aren’t evil
season balancer
strain under low light
wilderness taking form
time holds a room in my chest
the door never closes.
Notice everything
a shroud of pink
I become transparent
secrete drops of iridescent sheen
dissected along the seems
descending in to
my second home.
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