who needs the warm blanket of anonymity

it's all relative, isn't it...
so expose us, let us be exposed
and hear what we have to say.
they are so different, night and day
heart and hard, smooth and rough
differences only distract
we are all the same underneath
(what? underneath what?)
skin deep is not skin deep
it's beyond, to the cellular level?
no even that too superficial
take it further, you know you can
beyond breath, beyond little death
and come back around again to this
just waiting for a kiss
connection, so silly to yearn for that small art
when we've never been apart