I. See. You.

Is there any sovreignty left in me?

Does it matter?

What do you see?

Curled up in the quiet essence of thought specks,
I nestle into that space almost no one else can even see.
The entrance so small a Who from Whoville would fine it hard to see.
Yet I peer into that space and
I
see
you.

Your glorious darkness.
Contrasts of lacy black against vivid satiny red and alabaster white.
The secret musings of your soul. I see you.

Touched by love and lust in secret fires
when others only see the quirky blue-eyed siren …
I
see
you.

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