Oh my dear don't cry
Even though it's so cold
And the trees are bare

Hold out a little longer
For spring is on it's way

With leaves and flowers on the standby
Given the beauty mother nature foretold
Soon the sun will bring warmth to share

Pair of feet, tan and fair
Legs naked and bare
Twirling around, beneath the moon
Hands on chest and waists
The heart yearned kisses
The body yearned sins!

i bare myself in word-song to share
in rhythm and sound,
to release this pressure in crisp,
light notes-- palatable.
to share sordid beauty
that i've yet to understand,
to let you know you're not alone.
to dig to the core of something likely awful,
nasty, and stupid, and reason with it to
kindness and love.
i bare myself to understand
and be understood.

You said I was the only step,
       but you always took one


back..

Never walking us forward,
   excuses, like I had to tie my laces,
         or my feet ache you walk on.

But I never looked back,
and you never moved forward.

We were a distance apart but I'd only
                  took one more step than
you.

But one can equal more when its
not synchronized with your heart.

The next day, you had walked off,
  we weren't even walking in the same
                                              postcode...

I took of the shoes I wore when we walked,
                and now I'm bare foot.


But you know what I'm walking further without


you.

My perception isn't clouded by your backward
        footing.

I'm free to walk without the pleasure
           of having to look backwards..

Just walking onward  without pausing to see
                           who cares how far my footsteps

have wondered,.

I'm strolling at my own pace
                                  passing with no goodbyes.

a taste of honey
dew drops run down my bare flesh
lips touch in night wind

Your heart beat races
Nearly fast as mine
Experiments are fun
It’s time to see behind

Let’s lose the excess
Get back to being bare
Turn white into red
We make such a pair

Lay yourself across
Exposed to the air
Take a look at the floor
Wait for your share

I caress what you have
Then pull back slow
Gentle but firm
Here comes the blow

Be loud or be quiet
I hope that you like it
Now that you’re done
It’s my turn to try it