Beneath the layers

 

I want to see you naked.

Not your skin revealed,

but your soul underneath.

I want to feel your thoughts,

both the soft, and the sharp,

the smooth and the grainy.

The jagged and the flat.

I want to sit with your intellect 

and connect with every thread,

sewing our stories together,

Binding the notepad, with our

imagination and our truth.

 

I want to stand in your weather,

Whether it is hot and sunny,

stormy and rainy

or snowing in your heart.

I want to see the you

that most don’t look to,

the version that

sits in everything you do.

I want the oceans to part

so I can explore you depths,

the seabed where treasure is kept.

 

I want to see every wrinkle,

every dimple,

every smudged lipstick smear,

and every mascara tear, every smile.

I want to feel the way

your mind witnesses

the love and the hurt,

the hope and the fear.

I want to run in your forests,

across your isles,

and lay in the fields

that you hold dear.

 

I want to see beneath

the layers,

away from masks,

with no makeup applied.

I want to see your eyes up close,

and feel the pull of your tides.

I want to swim

in the reflective glow

of every part of you,

because in truth

you are beautiful.