NAKED.

Walking with no coat

no shoes, no clothes,

I tread, cautiously,

quiet but you see me,

I prowl in a shadow

coaxing a guise at times,

but you see me,

know me,

Transparent whatever

shade inclined

in thought, emotion,

or just normal behaviour

Now, no hollow forms

abide,

All appears outside,

The room is kept open

where I use to hide,

without a word spoken,

You know me,

Skinned alive,

This nakedness without

any defence is unnerving,

Yet there's a sense of

warm protection, at times

disturbing,

A cocoon unfamiliar but

tastefully apparent is

growing,

Resounding a cadenza of

a new kind ongoing,

And in all fortune of my

consciousness I welcome

what's there fated,

You know me,

and I seem here forever

Naked.