come to me like a riddle built from sand.
slip and slide through my mind.
the if only and the if I were.
I feel the dreamed presure were it  real
drunk on this so sure sin.
this beautiful rapturous sin.
tangled in my hair as words pull me back into them.
it would be me to flaw things this way,
to darken and cloud my life in these worthless moments.
and your eyes shift on me from desire to pain
the curved blade in my belly.
the sprial of self doubt and shame.
please, then don't be cruel.
see this me as I am
know the frail
timid quiet beauty I hide

and I will come away from now, come away from this darkness and see the morning sun. I melt in the warmth of his love.

please... slip through me seemless like sand.