Twilight
How my imperfections please you
is difficult to understand.
But I will greet you with bare skin
stand ready to accept your touch
eager to return it
to mark your outline with my lips
color it in with sighs & words of encouragement.
I arrive empty-handed.
Nothing tangible to offer
that you could clutch
at dawn should you
wake from a disturbance
in the night, a change
in its humming frequency.
Nothing you could carry
gingerly, or press into a book.
Nothing to offer but these imperfections
empty hands
lips to trace your outline.
Sometimes the moon is visible
when I travel to your rooms
and I wish I understood twilight
but it is the in-between time
the mind translating language
without effort
so you can understand its meaning
I may never know
the moon’s intention
or understand how my imperfections
please you
but I can greet you with bare skin
color in your twilight outline
with my lips
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