Sensitivity (a poem) with white summer rain

Like white summer rain
Curling up inside a swirling curve pink shell 

Smudge that expression off your face
Relax into the morning dew freshness of a dark and gaze-less space.

No one is watching, the glare of other people’s wants
no longer suffusing your skin in bright, bright light 

until you’re not sure you look like yourself anymore
did I make this choice to wear your colours on my skin?

White summer rain washes my edges softly 
fuzzing my skin like the tickle of white noise 
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and then I’m naked in this gaze-less space
As raw as a freshly popped pea