Vulnerable,2nd Movement Poem by Whitney Jones Olson

In the evenings, i see the sunset as a reflection of the potential of you, fading into the sweet darkling twilight.
Rare candid moments are painted with intimacy and ecstasy; touched with uncertainty and mutual risk.
But in the heat of you everything inexplicably fades behind me - and my heart opens as a rose gently embroidered with satin and embedded with precious crystals; tended secretly in anticipation of an affair worthy of the beauty that only vulnerability can convey...

i want to let you read my poetry and my soul -
to open myself up to you like an imperfect rose embroidered with satin string and encrusted with crystals.
i want you to see how beautiful i can be, and i want a long, halcyon summer in which to let you feel something pure.