So many have hurt me
Out of love.
And I have worn the scars
As triumphs
Over my weaknesses.
Now I see your love
On my lips,
Into the changing colour
Of my eyes.
Your tentacles are invisible
And caressing
As ever…
I feel your thoughts
Scattered all over
As floating images
In my mirrors, every day.
I Wish…
I were as beautiful
As a painted picture
On a wall…
