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 find it hard to see.
Yet I peer into that space and
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 …