Exposed – A Poem

Like a black and white photo

so overly exposed,

my soul unfolds before you

not unlike a rose –

caught at just the right angle,

These high heels dangle and drop

and your doubtful words

stu//tter to – a – stop

Then… silence //

as they clatter to the floor-

Opening a trap door-

but it’s far too late to escape this dance,

I can only hide behind my ever tumbling hair

and delicate hands.

Your unending stare flatters

like an old fashioned romance,

But my broken pieces are like stars –

Their blinding light ricocheting

from my multitude of scars,

But you’ve surely seen enough,

My bewildered emerald eyes-

are the lantern to see all of my love,

Your metaphorical shutter moves and dances //

again and again

Capturing every single inch of me,

As my only armor begins to slip –

and falls like a sheet of black satin.

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