But Could You Elaborate?

It's nothing bad.
I meant I wonder if you see me in the ways I see you
Stop still and notice the shadows of the blinds, fractured glints through your hair
I mean more than the beauty and the aspirations
This is not meant to be a puzzle
You shouldn't take things so seriously
The curve of your shoulder arches into a wave across your back
Your one eye opens
I'm not just fucking with you.
Your body is a puzzle
I piece
I only meant that I look at you like poetry



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