Exfoliate me.
Cast off the diseased cocoon
I could never remove on my own
Lightly down...
We will witness
The rawness.
Exposure.
A pure perspective of soul.
Touch me to find
Where my ache is reflexive
To healing hands.
Finally found...
Anything is possible
With the right synchrony.
And Love can be as easy as
Being born:
We've been impregnated
With color.
A rainbow womb
Will form,
Blossom
In one another.
Melting harmonies intertwined
Proving nothing is random.
At its most pristine
It will flow like common sense.
No longer twisted up
In popularized mystifications.
Ladles of silence
Will pour over
Needless noise
And we will rejoice...