Sheer

My skin is sheer,

The finest denier,

Like a Samhain veil between worlds.

So little left

To hold me in

Or keep you out:

Excruciatingly exquisite,

Exquisitely excruciating;

I am numb and overwhelmed.

Every nerve excited

At once;

Each teardrop an ocean

In which to drown

Or float luxuriously

In soft moonlight.

Why do I

So often choose

To tread water

When a life

Of heaven or hell

Is on offer?

I try out each

But cannot stay with either.

And perhaps I am not meant to.