Beauty in Me
Your eyes are knives.
Your way of skinning rabbits,
Is quicker than mine.
Piercing daggers,
Across photonic records.
The visions take their toll.
Echoed sudo chambers across a viking floor of snow.
The wrong side of walls,
Surrounded by enemies.
The blue of my eye smaller each year.
Until I climb with teeth and heel:
Unafraid with you along the long way up.
We'll see our lives from up down here.
Trembling like a leaf,
A proper lover.
Copyright © B. Joseph Fitzsimons | Year Posted 2024
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