Tuesday, May 25, 2010

In His Own Skin

He basks in the masculinity of his being

He is made perfect by his blemishes and callous hands

He knows she expects everything of him and is not afraid of exceeding those or falling short

All because he lives in his own skin

His touch is gently attacking

His desire is passionately pure

His care is protectively trusting

He lives in his own skin

He leads her through the trials of life

And follows after the fragileness of her heart

He understands her every move

And yet he misinterprets her words alone

He lives in his own skin

He is the armor to her body when she is small and weak

He is the enduring patience within her when she summons to anxieties within

He does not crave attention through the haughtiness of his demeanor

He splendors in the attractiveness of his overwhelmingly large and bleeding heart

He lives in his own skin

He is her prince when life is perfect and all things magical exist

He is in her conscious mirage of heaven, even when she is wide awake

He holds on to her heart when she wants it to herself

He feeds her dreams when reality becomes a trance

He lives in his own skin

His mind is his own

His life bleeds through hers

His guise is his own

Transparent in her eyes

He lives in his own skin

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