Exposure
Why are you there with this staring nakedness?
Unclad with sadness speaking “look at me and forgive my frailties”.
Don’t you know that I can see through clothes, words and frowns?
I can undress letters before the need to skill up in sophism shedding.
I saw the nature of your emotional velocity from the first word.
So there you stand in your full frontal with your vulnerable for all to see.
The game of show and tell me who I am.
The soul night air is warm, you won’t get a chill, I am glad.
The curve of a body talks attention no more than the slight lisp spoken in “so” and “things” to receptive ears.
You are replete in every breath, feel your ingenuity….it can not be repossessed.
Don’t you know you’re amazing in your tattery old jeans perhaps to be true in need of a washing, a few stagnant stains of thinking too hard.
Faded T-Shirt, wrinkled and smoked with too much perspiration is elegant to me.
And mis-matched underwear is ridiculously wonderful and definitely fashionable.
Excuse me while I stare at your honesty.
You treated your words fairly not aware that I’d slipped underneath them and saw your truth.
I want to wrap your skin nakedness up in your sentences and spread them over your heart for I fear too many will try and slick their tongues around the perimeter of your humble exposure and dishonor the intention.
The sun shines and the rain rains.
We are all naked under the sky.
I will look into your eyes and let you see my real reflection if you will be naked with your jeans and T-Shirt on.
© K S Hardy 2011
Comments
wonderful write:)
Hi Robin
Hope all is well in your part of the blue opal :))
Many thanks for dropping in xx
– Arcadia Tempest
:)
I know how x-rayed your gaze is, AT …. and yet so protective you are – each and all are held safely in that gaze of yours – and how precious a thing that is …. very nice write
Hi ya
The protective of a parent came out in me when I wrote this….quite unexpectedly at that….I think we understand the creative heart and the need to share our honesty, it is something that drives us to deliver a deeper picture me thinks.
Time has marched on and I am thinking a chat is order when time gives us it’s blessing. xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
oh wow, Arcadia, this is really quite, quite beautiful, seeing beyond the layers and vulnerabilities.
Hi Sable
I thank you so very much for seeing the under layer of this write….I am indeed grateful. xx
– Arcadia Tempest
wow, fantastic write….I really enjoyed being lead through your words to their final destination! :))
Hi Karin
Many thanks for the visit of this…..I saw the vulnerability of another and cryptically reached out to them. I am made of tougher stuff these days and when I see the rawness of another it makes me very protective. xx
– Arcadia Tempest
a stunning piece of writing my darling,
so free and loving
I feel your coax and it makes my heart shine….
I love this xoxoxoxo
Ahhh you clever darling…..yes there was a coax to be clothed and feel the freedom of expression in words.
Will reveal more the next time we wander to this subject xxx
– Arcadia Tempest
Really cool, too true.
Jason Akermanis, football, very good at it, once said he used to line up his gear clean and perfect before packing his kit for each game, like a ritual, every hair in place. One day he got caught out mowing the lawn, almost late for the match of the year, no shower, no change, grab old shorts from training and last weeks socks, even had holes in his jocks (so he said). He played the best game of his life. It changed his outlook and he threw out the rigmarole and concentrated on being himself (…..once again – “so he said”). Its not important to like his “mouthy” ways or opinionated manner, I think what he said that day was great …much like what you wrote here. well done.
Hi Trevor-Bear
I think your Jasonite is a new kind of Aesop Fable …. see what is really happening by looking around the corner of bullshit…or deflective behavior.
All too often we set up road blocks and find out we had not petrol to drive anyway….???? have no idea what all that just meant but it feels right ;O) x
– Arcadia Tempest
“excuse me while I stare at your honesty”
Being replete in every breath is a wonderful visual, Doll, although not sure about having ,“a few stagnant stains (on your jeans) of thinking too hard.” hehe, love it!
Indeed a naked write Karen…in your signature style, well done!
Smooches and love to you
Sandra xo
Love the honesty that Red Bubble brings ….. it still is a unique site in my eyes and ears….just a little left of centre but nothing remains the same forever so I am told. xx
– Arcadia Tempest
A beautiful write Karen! enjoyed this very much!!
Brit ……..
Thank you so much for your gracious words. x
– Arcadia Tempest
great piece of writing….awesome…
Thanks so much for being you and being here. ;O) xx
– Arcadia Tempest
There is naked and then there is naked……
I love the description as much as the piece! You write very eloquently of the vulnerability that comes with some honest undressings. But it is such a beautiful strip – naked and real. This has meaning in its marrow – lovely piece dear KarenSue xxx
Hi there Ms Debbie
It has been great to revisit my work tonight as I set about replying to those who have been gracious and left some thoughts on my work. As always you always slip right underneath and feel what is going on….love that you do that.
You are a formidable commentator on words and living and you excel my friend xxxx
– Arcadia Tempest