rubbed off paint

Our unfettered selves collided today
A pop quiz lay at our feet 
And we pulled through unscathed
Almost

In the midst of the muddle 
A bit of our magic got rubbed off
The sensation—a scrape—so gentle
Yet there 

As I felt the inevitable sting
My heart sorely fell for a moment
The shine that had been ever so blinding
Now paled

But then—
I could better view our humanity
The beauty of both of us
Embracing in unsparing charity 

Solace
Flooded in and buoyed by the kindness
Within our perfectly flawed exchange
Giving with a brighter fondness

Darling,
Magic's paint only lasts so long
Seen through the clear glass of acceptance
Is where this lovely vision belongs







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