i am naked for you, always naked for you.
i am a desert of skin, spread over days of hollowed out bones.

beneath the layers of everything i am,
i hide the things i do not dare to have eyes gaze upon - 
my vulnerability, my fears, my lust for your scent.
for as satisfied as i am with life,
(and believe me, i try and try)
i am a cavern.

the darkness in me perpetuated by your lack of courage
is a hole in my being, a thorn through my soul.
and yet i am satisfied.
(i try and i try)

where then, should i go
when the lights go out and the beasts are hungry
for the one who holds on?
do i stay on my path,
or allow your cowardice, your stubbornness and
your lack of sight
to lead me deeper into the cavities of my mind?

do i stay on my path,
my path back to you?