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need this poet say she cried

at the sweet offerment of reality

so swiftly stripped of its pride

such aching love without artifice

the actual man in all his habits revealed

unhurriedly honest of heart

fully informed of his short list of flaws

yet battle weary and gathered in of self

standing bathed in a scarred sense of truth

lonely and ashamed

sharing of himself the brutal facts

humbled before a scratched mirrored image

of self he does not like to look at

for very long

so with armor carefully removed

he kneels

wounded

and all too shatteringly self aware

as he hands 'this himself' almost wearily

over to me to inspect

no longer the dashing quintessential lover

and worldly business man

but an all too human  

and oh so achingly vulnerable man

and I wholey accept this man

for who he is

whether

gentle and respectful

yet peaceful in part

faithful and fervent

or flawed and weary

for its such purity of spirt

that lays silently housed

among the ongoing warring factions of

his mind

his life

and his all too male flesh

and that is the him

my love soaked heart chooses to see

in all his imperfect wounded love

a testament to himself

forever self striving

and being the man that only he can be

( written July 22, 2006 2am)