The Diaphanous Library
only your eyes look right through the translucence of my skin,
seeing with perfect clarity the bound thoughts i have hidden
in the long stacks behind brown eyes, the diaphanous library
you and only you may wander through to browse
moments and memories glowing with emotion,
dreams and desires' hot phosphorescence,
the still flickering, fragile filaments
of thoughts thought lost or forgotten,
in dusty volumes of collected ephemera,
between gossamer pages for you to leaf
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