Naked

I take off your clothes 

With my mind

You do it too 

But the girl in the mirror pool

Remains fully robed 

As do you 

Only the artist is naked

With his oil and his brush in hand 

Only the artist is naked 

With his weals and his flaws 

And his splattered easel 

I'm like jack Kerouac 

He was afraid to stop 

I'm afraid to stop writing about you 

In case you recede and fog

Like an unfixed photograph 

Exposed to the light 

In case the fear of turning a page
makes me a holy fool

In case you disappear from the world 

Of the dirty pool. 


05/08/2016 - 10am