the poet

--

her words,

stitched together

playfully and

elegantly,

weave together,

a delicate fabric,

a maze of

insights,

emotions

and experiences,

revealing

slowly and briefly,

bits and pieces,

of the woman

concealed

beneath,

and I read

through

her words,

assembled and

worn beautifully,

like lingerie,

hoping to catch a

glimpse of the person

beneath the

complex

masquerade of

articulate

patterns,

hoping

to discover

who she truly is:

— the pure,

naked

authentic 'self'

she nervously

endeavors to reveal

to the world —

and secretly

hopes,

when dressed

- only lightly -

with the"right"

words,

is seen

and accepted,

as beautiful.