the first time you showed me your face

you have been cloaked 
For so long
Hiding your image from me 
With your hood dropped
I still find it hard
To envision your face when we are apart
But the feel and sight of your hand in mind is engraved 
For that is when I felt acceptance 
 the strength of two limbs 
Creating The strokes 
the image of tree bark 
That made me feel I was allowed to look up forever

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