I will beg your firgiveness for the anguish I cause you.
I will look at you with all the stars you
find in me,
and let you see the ugly fall away
like rain on catholic stained glass.
And you will be a god to me.
God of my love,
face forever emblazoned
on my canvass.
Your colors laughing on my body,
Your scent crystal in my hair,
Your words painted on me
in fuscia, aqua, and silver.
All the bright I have never held.
But will,
Someday,
Through You.
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