hands run down

press into fine threads

comfort

tranquility

sewn so mindless

eyes that scour

everywhere but below

useless

futile

meaningless windows

i will be loved

undressed by fingers

sure

sturdy

eyes do not linger

for my face is true

not the garbs i wear

inferior

unworthy

wild breaths in my hair

they will be thrown

discarded to floors

unfeeling

uncaring

drifting to new shores

for it’s the body inside

not the golden strings

light

beauty

all that’s within