Friday, July 12, 2013

After the glitter wanes


When the eyes adjust to the glare
of our persons,
and see through the glitters,
the gimmicks, the words,
we pause.

The instant connection
that was electric
bites at our skin.
The shine that shone in our eyes
now hurts.
The song that was initially sweet
is now seemingly discordant and monotonic.

As we peel away layers after layers,
we stand in front of each other,
not sure what the other thinks.
Does he adore me?
Does she like me?
-- we ask.

As we peel away our layers
and stand in nakedness
in that harsh light of scrutiny,
we feel conflicted
and hopeful.

All gimmicks gone,
all ornaments thrown away,
all pretenses cast aside,
as we stand in nakedness,
with our naked souls in the palms of outstretched hands,
there's no room for faking.

To go forward, we must make peace
with what we see in each other:
all that is ugly
and
all that is sacred.

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