An Open Letter: Lay Me Bare
Did you think of me as a whiff of delicate perfume?
Something you might have glanced out of the corner of your eye?
I am not a temporary tattoo you can wash away, I make you feel things in your
solar plexus.
I am not a flash of lightning
or a passing storm
I am a force of fucking
Nature, I am not weathering,
I am steady, I am an
unexpected terrain.
Did you think I was just
another sunset?
beautiful but easy to forget?
I am the way the sun feels on your face during an
afternoon nap, I am the shiver down your
spine.
I am not just a spring flower
in bloom, I am an eternal garden of
Eden.
I am not just a shooting
star, I am the night sky under which you dream
your secret dreams.
I am not just a sweet treat, I am the beehive
filled with honey.
I am not the comfort food
you want, I am the medicine
you need, and
I don’t go down
easy.
Did you think I was a snow day? Boy, I am an ice age!
(I am not the fire you built, I can fan my own flames)
Did you think I was just passing through?
Something you might use to get There?
I am not something you wear
I don’t want to get naked,
I want you to lay me bare
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