This soul, now unfurnished
I gave it all to you in syllables
Imprinted on my skin are these words
This cloak of vulnerability drips like sweat
For everyone can see
It’s not about analysing assembled nouns and adjectives
I wear these words, a second layer to this heart
To expose them, I expose myself
Naked and unprotected I stand
A stranger cannot reach the window into my soul
But you, like me,
Wear these words as clothing
To place as a coat back over me.