in the way that i bare me
under pustules before blisters
is beauty
wilting
is any of this getting through clearly
i know that he knows that I’m pretty
doesn’t mean i feel it
i know i am naked as a peeled back onion
thousand hungry eyes
but only he sees me
a sunflower in a field of roses
i don’t want the recognition
attention
adoration
just want him to look at me