you seem surprised—
as my eyes flash from black to gold with the suggestion of a single ray how the sun draws honey from my skin as i radiate warmth— you question my sweetness have i made a mess of your expectations? or were you hoping for more— something darker, more soul? you watch my shoulder as the sleeve slips down comforting, perhaps— how my frame reflects someone you recognize my fairness the color in my cheeks safety in the shape of my lips as they smile through our polite conversation
Liya K. Lynn
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