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