Look-it darling
I did it
done it
was it
for me.
Slow majestic
touching wasted
and I slid them off
to see it all.
What beauty I am.
Look,
don't blush-
look at me.
Free and exposed in the darkroom.
Red light on; to warn and call you in.
Darling look-it
what I've stretched.
And what's carved of me
I give to you.
Bask in it:
glory,
can you feel it?
It comes through pore
and image.
-Matthew Koutzun
