reveal

but do you love all of me?
she asked the boy next to her
even if I’m not perfect?
to me, she was.
young, sun dappled
knee brushing mine
as the bus bounced
jarring over jungle macadam
of course… earnest, tanned
coconut scented, he whispers
you’re beautiful inside and out
sun setting red in the west
I decide to see if he’s right