Perspective

a bulk of tears eyelashes collide unto her star

glazed the sun has dimmed

to mutation of syncopated rhythms

click down

press the x sideways

if it was only that easy to reaffirm

her intuition

to acknowledge her influence

is not a realized obstacle course

entrance of what the standard should be

trekked with a handful of footprints

only ten have walked this route

according to them

only few have been so articulate

and educated to journey through

this

what they like to call their daily jog

how she glows when the sun reflects her face

what she resembles when the glass becomes foggy

with the drop of a cloth

seen is her unfurled skin

which is not favored

rather accentuated

so

accentuate her bust so it may

burst forth into their eyes

innocence evolved into sensuality

difficult to dislodge the idea

of sex from her figure

effortless to grab her midsection

face forward

metamorphosing from an occasional stare

to a systematic routine

to look to her only for pleasure

of lust

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We live to create.

We live to love.

We live to live.