Attired In Innocence

Diminutive and doleful
In my attire of innocence
You foist your vision
Of what I must be
Upon me

A lamp leads you to me
And, instantly, you become
An essential part of the recipe
That resides within me
We collide, we coincide

I am sculpted marble
With a soul without blemish
Spread out for your satisfaction
So calm, so unnaturally calm
I sail on your unseen seas

I invited you in
But I did not see the barnacles
That cling to the sides of your ship
Spear in hand, you pounce and now
Everything is on the periphery
Of your assumptions