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