Scrim in the Bedroom
Light playing through the window
Making old bed sheets seem romantic
And my face seem dramatic
And your face seem misaligned.
I like you in the darkness, with the light filtered through the scrim.
I like the way your shadows become different monsters in the dark,
And your nose looks too big, and your eyes, too close together.
Would you still be my darling little muffin if you were ugly?
In the darkness, I find my answer is always, and resoundingly, yes.