Philokalist

beauty is a story usually told by the body

let my imperfections be the empty pages

your words the pen that which writes my story

let the intertwined stretch marks be the map to my purity

and your fingertips those that which travel the winding roads

i want you to explore my every feature find my deepest darkest secrets

and trace the scars that they left behind

follow me into the unexplored

inadvertently step off the edge

let me fall in to your line of sight

catch a glimpse of all my flaws

write me a thousand words

indite every thought you have

compile every second guess

put me in a picture frame above your bed

be careful in the misshapen and the disfigured

take me there, all the way

disrupt the sinlessness

tell me the story of my beauty