I come before you
Naked
caring not what you think,
whether my frown displeases you,
my tears scare you,
my laughter delights you,
my ecstasy draws you,
or that the tenderness of my heart
is familiar as the surface of the moon,
for we will all be dust in the end,
hopefully becoming,
long before that day,
not just fully alive but
luminous.

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