CANDOUR.

In memory
Retake my face
From image
Makers set to
Place its outline
In the book
Of buried
Profiles.

And in doing so assure
A while for me,
Or more if time
Should stay,
And countenance
Its reverie
Alongside
Holidays.

For I will reveal myself
To thee
If concealment
Leaves thy side,
But if it stays
I’ll dungeon me
Deep in my own
Disguise.