oh, if only

if I could peel away

all your layers and layers

of preconceived notions

then maybe you and I could see your

soft and raw body

cerulean skin lets you make no


we could hold hands in public attracting no stares,

for with those stereotypes gone,

we'd be invisible,

because they couldn't categorize us,

and they wouldn't want to see us

and just once,

we could walk

alone in the sand

leaving no footprints behind.

if only; oh,

if only.