she glows in my vision
regardless of how
she paints herself
the raw self like
an unsalted peanut
as addicting as those
drenched in oil
why she chooses to
reveal herself
unwrapped
like a birthday present with
no bow or covering
I can't say
Parading herself off as
A more mature soul
than she seems when
dressed up in war paint
she looks as good either way
as delectable as an
unadorned oyster
spread out on a dinner plate
waiting to be
consumed
or maybe she is for
the first time
stepping out of the shells
in which she has
hidden herself
for so long and we who
get too caught up in wrappings
might see her for who she really is
and she tests us
to love this as much
as that
and we do
cannot help ourselves
know who this is
even if she has abandoned the bows
for something more honest
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