True Colors

His eyes pierce
my inner most faults,
stripping the ugly bare,
peeling back layers of pretend

nonsense that fools the average
from the truths of self,
denying them name
with excuses.

He dares them
to surface in face,
be real, the reality of self
knows the true masks it owns

from the beautiful to the ugly
all the pieces that blend
to form me and you.

With that thought, we sit
passing introductions
around again, faults and all.

Now, we will grow.


				
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