dichotomy

you looking in the reflection

in the back of my laptop

numbering your imperfections

your hair

your skin you think is blemished enough

to name constellations on your skin

but I look at you

in my fur-trimmed coat

in the fog of the evening

as I capture your soul in my camera

all I see

is hair blown in beauty

and a soul unsatisfied

with the things of this world

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Filed under Free Verse, Written By guest writer Gwenyth

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