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
There is naked and then there is naked……