Reflections

where sex
and romance 
come into play 
I do not know
but I'm beginning to see
they come at a much greater cost
than previously thought
for there is a mirror hidden in love
and who can bare their own brokenness 
reflected in the eyes of a lover
reflected in the words of a dearest other 
who can bare such tender truths
endless pricks of grace's rebuke 
face to face 
instead of mask to mask
is it possible to be so bare 
to be seen and stare 
into another's unfinished and perfect soul?