For the dverse prompt, to use the word, shed.
Layer after layer,
a geological time chart
of masks and slight illusions, I wore.
Pudeur and self-consciousness,
vanity and fear
made of fashion a pose
and the choice of shoes a statement,
until the form beneath dissolved
like a shadow in water.
The layers thickened,
became a crust,
and then you
with your keen-bladed desires
sliced and pared, stripped and shredded,
and I shed the years of hiding,
emerged what I am,
butterfly or frog,
nymph or downy fledgling,
tender-bellied and brittle-winged