no sleep, good for the soul

"frown"
he commands
and upon request, you supply
supply and demand
and he says
"look, a smile"
and laughs.
but all you see is a
frown.

you feel the need
to thank an other worldly force
god or something more ridiculous
for such good fortune.
every visible patch of skin
a color you could never vocalize
or describe with pretty words
is something you wish to
run your fingerprints over
over and over and over...
until they bleed or until
anything can stop you
(time, mostly)

and this is the most beautiful thing
you think you've ever seen
and every single piece
is just as beautiful as the next