Paper Doll  

I've been cut reaching for you
your fine sharp edges
leave no scars
just sting, and fear
of reaching out again

I want to bring you to life
I want you to let my kiss
give you dimension and colour
round you out
soften your edges

I want to make you strong
so you would not crumple
you would not dissolve
at the first touch
of tongue or tears

I want to build you wings
of feathers and glue
breath you a breeze
to lift you up
and away

© 2006 Lara Thesenvitz