This brutal light makes you look
so beautiful.
Your features
are more pronounced than I thought
and more tangible.
In this merciless sunshine
I can see that you are detailed
with wrinkles, pores, and blemishes — 
with sparkling surfaces and a spectrum of color.
You end at my feet
and you go on
farther than the eye can see.

Nothing is hidden
in the harsh

Everything is visible,
and everything invisible
is loud.

In this star-brightness,
my eyes 
tell the truth— 
they whisper that
are not real,
and I believe them
and I believe that
you are.