Longing

These hands of mine have traced

the curves of my body

a million times over,

but the sentiment is lost in the way

your touch leads my soul to dance.

.....

You bring color to this mad world

and I see how the grey sky envies you.

Nothing can strip me bare

of the filters history has lent me

faster than that wanting look you carry.

.....

Here I stand, naked before you,

proud of the scars I’ve earned. Love me or

hate me, I am not ashamed

of my beauty because I know,

even in innocence,

you can’t help but stare.

-A.e.

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