Bare

Bare To be seen in early morning light, as the sun begins greeting its subjects one by one. Once revealed, it can’t be undone — Strokes of ink on a white page, delicate scribblings of truth, each loopy letter reaching gracefully for the next. Petals of a rose unfurling perfectly slow, exposing a tender center filled with promise. One can never survey the full depths of the ocean floor, too many beautiful dangers lurk at the outer limits. But the weight of darkness pulls you deeper, so you go. In the quiet salty depths, she whispers I want to be known, and so you go, you go.