It all started
when Adam clothed Eve

and when Eve
gathered all the flowers
to powder the pollen
in her cheeks,

and brush the nectar
in her lips.

Since then,
people clothed everything,

the air, the earth and the sea,
the soul and its lingering poetry,

the summer's warmth and winter's chill,
the autumn's sigh and spring day's still.

No wonder why I see
unclothed couples making love
in the unclothed woods
lit by unclothed night.

They craved so much
of beauty Adam veiled

that they failed  to notice

that I'm watching them.

In the wilderness,
there's a monk.

In the metropolis,
there's a skeptic.

One day,

the monk decided
to move in the metropolis
to preach how he found
God's grace in the woods

while the skeptic
exiled his existence
to the wilderness
to stay away
from the grouses and whinges
of priests and preachers.

After a year,

the skeptic
praised God

as the monk
mocked his.