veiled
i am most beautiful in the dark, i think. When you can only see me in braille. I am an open book then - no hiding behind plaster or personality.
Under spotlight, I feel most exposed, where my flaws are apparent to the world. It is there where i cannot hide behind the linen terrain that traverses my skin.
Fully clothed, i feel too naked. But within the dark, under the gaze of your fingertips atop your sheets that need not hide me, i feel as though i fly. When you cannot read me with your eyes, or scrutinize me unkempt and wild, i can be myself, closest to you.
I can be beautiful when other eyes do not betray otherwise.
Under spotlight, I feel most exposed, where my flaws are apparent to the world. It is there where i cannot hide behind the linen terrain that traverses my skin.
Fully clothed, i feel too naked. But within the dark, under the gaze of your fingertips atop your sheets that need not hide me, i feel as though i fly. When you cannot read me with your eyes, or scrutinize me unkempt and wild, i can be myself, closest to you.
I can be beautiful when other eyes do not betray otherwise.