shedding that first
layer
allowed the rest to
crumble
out,
never again to be
sealed
in
where contents could
no longer
breathe.
vulnerability
only vulnerable
at times
to
you,
eyes wide with
insight
peering through.
needed to
write
what my mind
couldn’t
face,
on a day so sunken
and devoid of
grace,
thus i throw up my
hands in the
hopes you
relate
and purge
such
before my word
bubbles
deflate.
is this naked me
before
you
the soul you
wish to
see
or shall you ask
me not so
gently
to cover up
and flee?
she offered
amity,
i leant a heart
to be seen
and touched with
childish
hands
reaffirming that
feeling
is worth the
danger
of running naked
through my
mind,
equals
in experience-
we express to open
eyes and
ears,
in light of our own
disclosures
we shed shared
tears.
hands in the garden 
You must be logged in to post a comment.