by anothername_9 ©
your eyes melt before my face
when we finish you explain
in a quiet certainty
that seeing me like that
makes you
believe you
can do anything you want
with me
it's all
different for some heartbeats then
you consider me
as the more-satisfied
and I consider you considering me
but for some
heartbeats in a shared place...
and then the questioning:
who is happier?
the one who
crafts the gift
or the one who sees
more throughout
than only materials?
and we...each
being more
than either artisan
or beholder
we are the
gift
we are materials sent
self-taught to craft
an invisible icon
which sends
shivers
and a sweet blindness
briefly visible