last night we spoke
of redemption.
you almost convinced me
it was a matter of vision,
of paying attention.
i see you.
i see you.
what a frightening thought –
to be seen. known
for any length of time,
to be unable to hide
behind your not seeing.
let me return the honour
of noticing you noticing me.
let me shake hands with you.
let me belong to you.
let me be naked & unashamed,
full of glory & longing.
