Come Undone

Don’t come polished —
come undone.
Not the gold,
but where you run.

Let your words wear no perfume,
let silence shape what dares to bloom.

I do not seek perfection’s face —
I crave the truth,
in its own pace.

Let your presence rise uneven,
like a moon not always seen.
Let your voice shake —
if what it speaks
has roots beneath the green.

I will not flinch at what is raw,
nor bind you in a sculpted law.
Only masks will make me flee —
the soft unknown?
That’s home for me.

So stand — not tall, but real and near.
No armor.
No design.
Just here.

For what I want
is not your shine…
but the soul you thought
you had to hide.