Too close to you that you’ve blinded me.
(I have blinded myself to you. I only want to see you.)
I cannot see your cracks and creases.
(I do not want to see you naked, shamed. I revel in my illusions of you.)
Yet, even in my basking in hell’s fire,
(Even walking naked through the hailstorm that is wanting you,)
I’m not close enough.
(I persist in this charade.)