• saltwaterandink 10w

    Think me unknowable?
    You transpose yourself upon me.

    Am I a blank canvas
    For you to throw your hatreds, your passions, and your fears upon?
    Am I not a world too;
    Not unknowable
    No...
    Imaginable?
    Conceivable?
    Earthly?
    Possibly?
    Consider:

    The softness of lips pressed to a cut on the finger.
    A simple solicitude,
    A tactile tenderness,
    A syncopated hum of pleasure;
    Exhultation in a speck of light whether in the eye of a dew drop or a trillion light years away.

    Or shall I attenuate myself?
    Shall I stand stout in my bearing.
    Untouchable
    And untouched...

    So that you may see yourself,
    And only yourself
    In the empty mirror of my eyes.
    What are you?
    And where am I?

    The message lost
    in the expanse you lay between us.

    I remain
    A star
    In a dew drop.