energy weighted with
blackish spots
now vivid portraits
beg to be painted
with a word brush.
I need you to see me.
...that never happens.
you are
From the inside out my
Melting Layers of love
Escaping defenses defenseless
Against your spark ignites
night red illuminating
shadows under my skin and
For the first time
I need you to see me
Both- Black. Bright.
Read me like this poem.
Stumble over my intricate word
Choice? Wander the spaces
Between my lines you
Make me want to write again
This
Time an open book.
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