She

She twists, about

Examining the light as it bounces

Across bare face, bare chest, bare limbs;

Her pupils bounce, like so

Admiring these things

Reflected back at her

She leans close

Peering with resolute eyes

As though to collect the evidence of

Large pores,

Indigo under-eyes,

And feathered hair, across tender arms

And legs alike

At last

She leans away,

Only, Satisfied

Because the echoes of Judgement

And Vindiction

And Shame

Are no longer packed into her mind's hollows

Of which were kept bare for Approval, Acceptance

She smiles

Appraising this woman

For perhaps the first time

And, oh yes, she is in love!