To The Red Pen

[chionearisteia]

Consider me:
Scan down my body,
uncover any fault that you can find.
Brush my pale face, trace my long lines,
take in my form,
reveal my every demarcation,
hold me in breaths of contemplation
Intimately.
Touch on what is shown
between these sheets
beneath your pressing.
Unravel my feeling,
open up my secret sides,
and stripped of pretense,
Ornament, and contrivance,
Mark me as your own.