Undress.
Let my eyes become familiar with your mistakes.
Let your nightmares become tangible in my palms.
Let me trace your scars with forgiving fingertips,
kiss your flaws with cherry lips.
Heaven above and Hell below,
we will only ever always be
gray.
Let me love you anyway.

Vulnerability is not just the opening and reopening of wounds.
She is the stitching in the seams of the moon,
red lip stick stains on white sheets,
laced vodka in lustful, honey eyes,
and my fingers threaded between your bones.

Tattooed passion on bodies like art,
carve love into my wrists,
and burn regret in my throat.
Swallow smoke like pills,
like lullabies on whispered tongues
yearning to sing you to rest
in
peace.

Undress.
Let me paint you a new kind of love.