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.