Who's the Fairest of Them All

In the early morning light… You stand before me, and slowly disrobe, as you have so many times before. Then …for a moment… as you have so many times before…you stare at me, not seaming to see me at all, as you wipe the sweat from my face with the palm of your hand. Then…for the first time, as if looking for some lost truth you hope to find buried in the depth of me, behind the silver mask I wear, you stare at me in a way you never have before…Long and hard, until…tears begin to roll down your cheek, when…for the first time… you see yourself, as you truly are, through my complete indifference. Written: August 23, 2014