He stands there, naked
Emotions bared to the world
He feels so alone
He stands there, naked
The sea lapping his ankles
Sun warm on his back
She stands there, naked
Proud, defiant eyes blazing
Daring him to look
He stands there, naked
The bus quickly disappearing
Stag night prank complete
He stands there, naked
Warm water cleansing his flesh
Sweat and grime banished
She stands there, naked
Tears flooding pale blue eyes
The mirror her foe
He stands there, naked
Legs apart, palms to the wall
Hands search his body
He stands there, naked
Flesh proudly exposed to all
No shame, does he feel
These are good. But the stag night one is best.
ReplyDeleteWow, a sea of nakedness! Loving the imagery on some of these! You could link all of these and call it a poem though ;) Works both ways, good job Mike!
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