Your Ugly

Can I strip you off of  your beautiful 

And bask in your ugly?

Your imperfections and fears draw me

To a monster you keep feeding

With the silence you keep in your heart

Where all doors are locked 

Not even God has the keys to his own creation

A creature of his own reflection

Yet his walls are built so high 

That they're "spirit" proof

Not even the devil can break them down with his fork.

Trapped in your own mind

drowning in your own cynical thoughts

Living off of  your pride

And breathing in something you yearn

Yet dread  reaching out for.

Or are you lost in your own self importance

That you're your own creator?

And Bury yourself with misconceptions? 

Can I dwell in your spirit

And see all its rainbow colours

From when you were a kid 

To your hopes and dreams?

Or would I be invading a mystery only understood by you?

I've been looking for a path that leads to you

Yet i keep being led astray and straight to those eyes

That only emit a poker face

I keep getting lost in your pout like lips

When I'm actually trying to have tea with your soul

And paint it a picture of beautiful nothings.

Can i bask in your ugly?

So I can move my hands and feel on it like a blind woman

and give it foreplay

So that it too knows that it's beautiful is much appreciated...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

This is real poetry. I liked the directness and the visions create by your words.
"Can i bask in your ugly?
So I can move my hands and feel on it like a blind woman
and give it foreplay
So that it too knows that it's beautiful is much appreciated..."
I could write a complete tale from the above words. The words are true. Need to uncover the hidden face and true self. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote