No Hiding

If I were to write a love letter

How would I start?

Dear Ana,

Of course.

So simple.

But where do I follow?

Do I write myself naked in black and white ink?

Of course,

But you have seen me naked my love,

And you know my thoughts and soul.

All there is to know about me you know,

I am no mystery

Not that I keep myself hidden between the

Complex person that I aspire to be.

I know there is no point in a game of discovery

There is no point in making our lives

That extra effort,

Pretending.

No games this time, no falsities.

I need no armour with your love

– and now I am stripped to my skin

We can see each other in the truth,

In the flesh.

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