unconsummated

you look at me and you see layers of fat bulging from my stomach, my shirt pulled tightly around it like an elastic sheet around a rubber ball, round glasses and bad hair, baggy clothes and unflattering make-up, a laughable creature with the burden of difference.

in my dreams i will always be the enigmatic angel of an unnamed sun, of white hair and sprinkled freckles, a face that blinds and binds, an eternal being who loves, loves, and loves, a summer voice ringing from sky to sky.