How I long
to unbutton you,
Lady, to slowly
peel off the layers
of your being
and feel you,
body and soul,
naked and true,
beneath my
exploring hands,
touching the core
of who you
really are,
there where
you are hidden
beneath it all.
I think, Lady,
you have
been buttoned
against the world
too, too long.
Open the inside
to the outside.
Take a chance.
A world at bay
is no world at all.
Nothing of value
can be learned
at a distance.
Direct my fingers;
they are willing
if you are.
Bare hands,
bare hearts,
bare bodies:
to open,
always better
than to close.