I see you
hiding there
behind your fingermask
of bravado

I hear you
whispering truths
under a din
of brash lies

I taste you
bitter-sweet paradox
with a streak of callous
wrapped in a soft soul

I feel you
caress the surface
a tingled touch revealing
one side of your face

I am you
not you seen by others
not you strong or weak
just you as yourself


Photo by Duirmuid Jones