by herecomestherain
"Making me vulnerable
where I used to be robust
Caressing the shine
Until I'm his mirror"
This says so very much. Eloquence abounds, love. I may be off but it screams to me... "Shape me! You've made me who I am."
Great work.
Caressing the shine
until I'm his mirror
I liked it even more the on the second read.
shine does indeed take a little work and finesse, but when done just right, leaves us glowing and open!
Making me vulnerable
where I used to be robust
Caressing the shine
Until I'm his mirror
Love this stanza - reflected lust...who's reflecting whom?
Great work! Thanks, LJ.