An odeA Poem by DominiqueHow beauteous is your perfect unblemished skin?
If only you could forever remain unscarred, If only you could stay in your perfection. If only you could eternally be innocent. Untouched, Your beauty is that of possibility, For as long as you remain pure, You whisper out a siren’s call of ideas and hope. You pour out millions of fates that you would graciously take. You giggle at my confusion as I watch you, Trying to untangle the truth from what you tease, The white blankness of your skin blinding me. Yet! Oh what finality comes when you are tainted! You become so loud, it is deafening. Your lovely song is changed for a strangled shout. Your white skin becomes dirty. You are insulting to the eye, You are pleasing when you are that way. With streaks up and down your perfect body carving into the soft flesh. Akin to a tattoo, those marks of black ink can never be removed. Only hidden. You always hide so much from me. You hide your desires, Your personality, Your needs, Seemingly never to reveal them to anyone! You are always so silent, You hide away behind a mask of white. It infuriates me to no end. You seem to not care that I want to know you. With all of that, how could I not throw black ink on you? With this ink, All you hide reveals itself, All you tease is shown. By painting your skin, I unmask you, I undress you, I make you ugly, I open you up to the world. You become pleasurable to my mind. You stop infuriating me. But after the glory of revealing you wears off, I begin to long, Mourn for your innocence, And the maddening confusion that it brought. The long hours I spent staring at you willing you to speak for me, The infinite times I would put my pen a breath away from you, Just to draw it back again as I marveled at your blank stare.
You never would emote when I would threaten you with my pen, You trained yourself not to react to my pleas for help in revealing you. You make yourself completely desirable, You push me away, Even as I want you. It is just too bad that I had to marr your skin, Just so I could tell you how I felt about you. © 2020 DominiqueAuthor's Note
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Added on February 25, 2016 Last Updated on March 29, 2020 Author
DominiqueFinally in the mountains , COAboutI love writting action/adventure and fantasy. I love to write random things too. I am also different. I freak at small petty things and I feel like an old man, eventhough I am kind and sweet girl. .. more..Writing
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