SURFACE MATTERS
Only the surface counts, right?
Even though there may be layers upon layers
Of monsters beneath my skin.
Only the warmth of my flesh matters
Not the hollow pit in me, slowly filling with ice.
It’s the top layer thin and stretched
The prying eyes observe.
Not a one brave enough to pull back the sheets
And see what writhes beneath silk.
I don’t blame them.
I stop only long enough to glance in mirrors.
Fearful of truth rippling in the glass.
When I say “fuck me”
Do you know what I really want?
What I imagine you do to me?
It even makes me shiver.
When you say “do what you want to me.”
You open all kinds doors that need to stay locked.
Because what I want and what you fantasize
Can’t possibly be the same.
Or maybe you have layers as well
beneath the warmth of flesh
that beg to be thawed.
I won’t look too deep.
Because it's only
the surface that matters.
Only the surface counts, right?
Even though there may be layers upon layers
Of monsters beneath my skin.
Only the warmth of my flesh matters
Not the hollow pit in me, slowly filling with ice.
It’s the top layer thin and stretched
The prying eyes observe.
Not a one brave enough to pull back the sheets
And see what writhes beneath silk.
I don’t blame them.
I stop only long enough to glance in mirrors.
Fearful of truth rippling in the glass.
When I say “fuck me”
Do you know what I really want?
What I imagine you do to me?
It even makes me shiver.
When you say “do what you want to me.”
You open all kinds doors that need to stay locked.
Because what I want and what you fantasize
Can’t possibly be the same.
Or maybe you have layers as well
beneath the warmth of flesh
that beg to be thawed.
I won’t look too deep.
Because it's only
the surface that matters.
