The Truth Of Us.

Releasing

the flesh,

I will 

wear a

white cotton

shirt 

that will

soak up 

the softness

of the clouds. 

It will lay

with the 

gentleness

I need on 

my skin.

Protection

like a coat

of armor.

Reflecting

painful

and quick stings. 

Mirrors

will no longer

hold the truth.

Voices

will 

be overcome

with the 

beating

reds of

light and love.

Heart will

overpower

sticky thoughts

like webs

sticking to 

my flesh. 

Softness

binds

the truth

about us

into a 

safe

blanket

of 

self.