What am I?
I am as chaste as snow, new fallen.
Upon me you may reveal all you dream, all you fear.
I await corruption or blessing, all the same to me.
I am no priest nor critic nor spying mother.
Look upon me and do what you will.
I will gift you reflection of your willingness
To smile, to cry, to reveal your secrets.
You may risk upon me with tenderness,
With longing. Let them out.
All those miserable, trapped sinners.
I am a playground, an unexplored jungle.
Let yourself loose upon me.