Tuesday, February 13, 2018

A love poem

Excuse me.
I’m ready to love
So I must get naked
Of pretense, masks and artifice.
Standing,
Only skin and bones.
Before the mirror
Of whoever needs me.
Who’s laughing?
Surely I’m more human now.
What if I like this naked me?
Why would I need a fig leaf anyway?
Have I convinced myself that
Love is all I need to wear?
I won’t get dressed again
Ever.

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