Perception
He sees Her eyes, a deep pool of restless gold Passion turns them into orbs of fire, The soft cushion of her lips swell While he draws his breathe near Her skin glistens with a sensual sweat She is rendered irresistible As she cocoons herself in silk sheets And emits a coruscate gleam Through her dotted freckles On her naturally blushed cheeks She sees Mascara running down her face She wipes away the streaks of pasty foundation Unable to rise, like a bird with clipped wings She longs to put her insecurities to sleep And taste all the dreams that she Keeps coiled beneath her bones She bites her lip tightly while her disapproving Reflection stares back in the mirror To the world, her beauty is a novelty But to her, it isn’t even there
