Do you see the shadows?
How they flicker against my skin?
Burning,
Lacquered sheen,
Mannequin.
Some sort of vanity,
my expression,
my body,
my movement.
a gift to you.
Kuro,
Shadows,
Warm to the touch,
Redemption.
Juxtaposed with conceptual innocence,
Emptiness even,
I suppose.
You see,
the naivety,
makes me believe you can’t possibly see,
the silk that run in my bones,
the ocean of my soul,
the power of my sensitivity.
Touch me,
Metaphysical.