I am beautiful
blind lover


I smell like your dreams

hold me with those gloved hands
as I arch my back
let me tell you

in infrared light my skin
is tattoed with clich├ęs
dancing with truths

in sunshine a tanned narrative
thigh, neck, breast, eyelid

but only darkness sustains

if you will
for the length of a heartbeat, to that
quiet sob
just as long as it takes
to kneel, and
take your hand in mine
making ungloved promises

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