So you’ve forgotten what it feels like
to unfold yourself,
to undress, her soul
in your hands
like the dream
she was always meant to be
for you.

So you’ve forgotten what it feels like
to unfold yourself,
to undress, her soul
in your hands
like the dream
she was always meant to be
for you.
There is no place
for darling
in desire.
The sweet perfection
of you
must die
to know the wild
ecstasy
of me.
Cross the bridges
of my body
with your wandering
lust
and I will meet you in the air.
I will meet you in the air.
Under dim lights of orange,
whisper to me
darling,
of the places your soft touch
will sail me to
this night.
Let me be
the flame that burns
into your midnight dreams.
Let these embers spark
your long forgotten
desires.
Let you taste them again
within the deepest
darkest
corners
of your soul.
I am here.
Do you see me?
All of me?
You see my body, it fills you to overflowing.
Slinks around the pathways of your daydreams
until I am nothing
but an untouchable vision
of lamplight, of passion, of lust.
You see a pretty face, porcelain and sweet.
But do you see me?
Has any man
ever
truly
seen me?