Don’t tell me
who you are.
Let me in,
your skin,
your eyes.
I want to see behind
your words,
your lies,
your sexual essence.
What makes you
want to give up
you skin,
your eyes?
I want to know
your love,
your blood,
you lies.
Don’t tell me
who you are;
show me,
with all of the lines
on your face.
HG – 2021
