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 

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