The Beautiful Beast

She is my vision of a spirit beautiful
while I am a burnt, scarred beast.
 
To this day, I do not see what she sees.
I am an ugly skinned man,
half-full of angry rage.
I hid my physical being from all.
She sees past that somehow.
With her tender look towards me
I become calm, quiet.
 
My beautiful wishes to see all of me,
no hiding my scarred face, body
behind a hoodie, covering bandanna.
She reveals me from under the disguise.
 
In her hands, my scars significantly tingle.
She gives a soft, reassuring smile
that makes the heart healed.
 
We are two in a sharing waltz
that only has the two of us.
 
To me, I am a horrific beast.
To her, I am a gentile beast.
 
October 6, 2024
©Andrew Scott – Just a Maritime Boy 2024