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Caligula Dancing
For all of our raw sensuality
the show of flesh
the touting of nakedness
in the end
we have clothed ourselves
in a lock box
of insecurities
that is only
finally cracked
when death is imminent
cancer comes calling
wrinkles and starvation
inflammation
a call to character
reveals the naked nature
of the lover
who stays
despite the scars
of 1000 silent moments.
I know who you are
your absence from being
your fears
and desperate attempts
to dissuade me
from seeing the truth
of your being
Maladjusted
sister of abuse
you cannot keep from me
the logic suspended
No clothing
or discouragement
unhealthy self-punishment
Fuckless
and rampant denials
of youth
I see you
as you are
and no lack
of sex
No naughty or haughty
rampant confusions
no period pox
of foundational illusions
No lack of awareness
No calls to step back
No sense of alarm
No solid attack
I've seen quite naked
beneath the machine
adoring, avoiding,
in fact, when quite mean
Nothing deters
or averts my keen eye
I see through your ocean
I suck up your sky
Nothing by Heaven
or Hell gets by me
This intimate calling
is inward and free
No misdirection
I see you quite clear
from front and
from back
Going frontal or rear
Topside or outside
or inner with coat
Adding the weight
or with finger
lodged there
in your throat
cutting or raving
or crying despair
You know that my answer
is, "I am there, I am there."
No nakedness makes
the defenseless plane
No side bar nor side track
can take us off main
From the first moment
I looked in your eyes
any brief contact
a word in disguise
I have known
every hurt and pain
and this is the nakedness
truth makes remain
My love for you
never
is balanced on bliss
and never a moment
our lips haven't kissed.
runningturtle87
the show of flesh
the touting of nakedness
in the end
we have clothed ourselves
in a lock box
of insecurities
that is only
finally cracked
when death is imminent
cancer comes calling
wrinkles and starvation
inflammation
a call to character
reveals the naked nature
of the lover
who stays
despite the scars
of 1000 silent moments.
I know who you are
your absence from being
your fears
and desperate attempts
to dissuade me
from seeing the truth
of your being
Maladjusted
sister of abuse
you cannot keep from me
the logic suspended
No clothing
or discouragement
unhealthy self-punishment
Fuckless
and rampant denials
of youth
I see you
as you are
and no lack
of sex
No naughty or haughty
rampant confusions
no period pox
of foundational illusions
No lack of awareness
No calls to step back
No sense of alarm
No solid attack
I've seen quite naked
beneath the machine
adoring, avoiding,
in fact, when quite mean
Nothing deters
or averts my keen eye
I see through your ocean
I suck up your sky
Nothing by Heaven
or Hell gets by me
This intimate calling
is inward and free
No misdirection
I see you quite clear
from front and
from back
Going frontal or rear
Topside or outside
or inner with coat
Adding the weight
or with finger
lodged there
in your throat
cutting or raving
or crying despair
You know that my answer
is, "I am there, I am there."
No nakedness makes
the defenseless plane
No side bar nor side track
can take us off main
From the first moment
I looked in your eyes
any brief contact
a word in disguise
I have known
every hurt and pain
and this is the nakedness
truth makes remain
My love for you
never
is balanced on bliss
and never a moment
our lips haven't kissed.
runningturtle87
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