I have noticed how many women when praised for their beauty, seem to think it is only skin deep  

 

 

                                                                                                                          

Let us both breathe easier

 

 

Is it only from a distance

 

you think the vision is ravishing?

 

Is that why you disdain the praising?

 

Or is it what anyone that approaches you

 

feeling

           

eventually

                       

touches

 

How thin this shell of knowing

 

            How brittle this command of presence

 

    how vulnerable inside

 

where all is still young and growing

 

Do you want to be victorious

            Is that why you approach everything

 

ready for a fight?

 

Or do you really wish to be defeated?

 

            Where everything will grow damp and swollen

 

   and you will fall forever

                                                                       

free

 

Will you go on protecting this mummery

      

                                   like a wound?                                     

                                                           

Will you go on gathering threads for the garment forever?

 

Can we share a secret together?

 

            I will confess it is my face in the mirror

 

and then we can both breathe

                       

easier

 

 

                                                                                               

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                       

 

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