Illusions

Through your opaque coolers,

Those bangs that dilute the hazel of your irises

Many masks you sport

Of indifference, joy and intensity

Through the filters that distort

The inmost of your feelings

Through your self depreciating humor

Or exaggerated self worth

Gently shoving an insecurity under the radar

Of an appraising world. 

Through the scars that your camoflauge

As decorations

That mist around your peepers

That disappears before its formation,

Freezing forever in some depths 

Of your unexplored pain points.

Through your machoness

Or your delicate etiquette,

Let me explore

Beyond my five senses

The real deal that lurks beneath.

Come, be my muse

Let me, reveal you to yourself

Distilling all those add ons

Making your being 

Accessible, acceptable, tolerable.

Perhaps, my words would 

Then gather some meaning

Reflecting in your own meaningfulness.