Seeing White Poem by Tears In Rain

That’s not right, she said
They’re blue and yellow... and grey

At that moment he knew
He might break through

Her soft porcelain face
Lips full but imperfect, asymmetric

Open, still wetted, and glistening
Her lobe untouched

Must be pierced
A driven, but willful act

An offering of red
Stopped with linen

Where the ring would hang
A beacon in the shadow

Not brighter than her eyes
But only on one side

Unknowingly she takes the heart of him
As she turns to look

Over her shoulder
As she did only once before

When long amber locks
Dropped from her bondage

Unbridled, uncaptured
A beauty to burst all but this single moment

This time bound up
So and forever more

Now a mere reflection of light
Caught at the corner of her lips

Hints of a smile she could freely give
But he will never know