May 30, 2015 11.40a.m
I am seeing you in the light
Spread-eagled and basking in the morning shine
My eyes are clear and in them joy takes flight
For the sight is nothing but a daytime crime.
Gone is the veil of the night
And the bright lights in heavily perfumed rooms
Gone are the dimmed colored light
Which hid you from sight while your bush I groomed.
In the morning comes blinding light
Laying to bare the fakery and duplicity of borrowed beauty
In the morning light comes shameful understanding
That I had lain with a beast, with nothing in it to even fake beauty.
Merci 11.58 a.m
