I love being naked
walking around free in my home,
shuttered
from the world and their judgements
their raised eyebrows and side glances

I love being naked
because it feels like my heart
although my heart bleeds
like a motorcycle wreck
A long red line down the highway
leading to what's left

I love being naked
because there's nothing left to hide
It's me, in all my glory,
forcing myself to accept who I am
who I've been and who I might become

I love being naked
but I'm having a hard time
keeping my heart in a safe place
It keeps falling out
Like us
Getting pieces of asphalt and glass and grime
lodged in tiny bleeding cavities
screaming
over every little move made

I love being naked
but I look insane wearing nothing but tears

I love being naked
but I don't feel safe
when you're holding blades
in your eyes and lips

I love being naked
I have so many scars to bare
You can see them across my chest
down my arms
even in my eyes and in the corners of my mouth
Most are real; All are emotional

I love being naked
when she is naked with me
because nothing else even exists in my head
Only the drive to consume and resume
what we've always hungered for
But now there's so much shame
So much blame
So much negativity and cold rain

I love being naked
but I have to learn to protect myself.

I love being naked
because my voice has nowhere to hide
No bandana to pull up, no hood to pull down
Just free to be myself with me
No shame, no blame
No ******* confusing games
Just life -- no hype
Just a naked guy.

021915 ~ 6.55a