Look at you
I could dry children’s tears with your honey hair,
With your peach lips plant poppies in soft fields,
Lay clouds and oceans in your transcendent eyes.
And seek solace in the blush in your skin.
Like leaves and hands I tremble.
Every atom of my being cries out to you
Ripping and tearing through my veins to escape and speak
Let no darkness cast out the light beaming through your fingertips
And let no phantom whisper utter in your ear dull the spark in your skin
For even the devil's words sound so much sweeter than angel's truth
I speak the truth
So hear my fragmented and shaking words,
Let them tussle and tumble and turn
With those you send to oppose.
And Taste my lust for a life
A life without hatred
A life without ugly
A life without this,
This need for change.
You and I we are the same.
We are beauty without change.