You are my new project,
I will steal away your fears, trip them up, disembody them. You must say no and be naked always, you must look on and do not wander,
Quintessentially British, you wither and block, perhaps this full size mirror will make us thinner.
Pleated eyes float away, virginal fingers shuddering away from what is not ours to see, ours to touch, ours to love.
Forcefully upright, always on guard, pins prickling, tickling your awareness.
Painfully ignorant, teach me how to simply be.
Your saccharine breathe hurries and stumbles, rushes away tiptoeing. Simple pleasures have long evaded you, muttering insanities as they left.
The warmth of courage begins to tremble against your corralled senses, but remember what you have been taught; hot goes to cold - always.
You sit at the border, perched on a dismantled pedestal, spare dishevelled parts messily dismissed and consigned to oblivion, petrified before the fickle fine lines.
This metabolism has caved, acquiesced, complied.
Time will be cruel, it will spill soon, pounding metronome of faculty,
The hunger lingers, awaiting to be welcomed back with sober arms.
Grudgingly we trudged back to truth, dragged back from ragged paradise.
We'll be forever,
Naked and raw.
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