Stain Glass Lover

I love you like stain glass
But will never find myself
Clutching small mounds of you
Until my heart's hands bleed
If made of glass
Perhaps
Nudity would matter
Certainly if clothed
Struck by some smashing death
Adam and Eve's original state
Would leak out in fragments
Like rugged marbles
In piles throughout
Pockets and Creases
Just as
Or more glorious than
When in tact
and that consistency
Would surely save the grace of our bodies
From the prostitution of corrupting minds
A mangled body though
Is no crumbling statue
And minds beg for the beauty
Of a smooth and rounded living meat
To smother beneath their thinking sheets
For sizes and
A few certain parts apiece

I dreamt of a women
All glass and no clothes
And sinned to dream much less
Than a door to her soul
I kissed her body and she blushed
By the small smudge where I had touched
And burried her face in her hands
I could still see her face
So could not understand
What it was she was hiding
Then she said;
What you don't see now when you're looking through me
What you wouldn't miss if you kissed me truly
You will never see if this is how you see beauty
Then she threw herself upon the ground
My heart came apart with the shattering sound
I grasped for the pieces and shards that were skin
Till my hands bled freely and my life grew dim
But before death could take me from upon the floor
I awoke wanting love as I never had before.