Here I am… not naked
but right in front of your eyes.
Don’t stare at me… Take me in…
Without shame unwrap me
with verbs and pronouns,
adjectives and nouns… Let it be
a reciprocally possessive reflection.
Use for each one, a color or… —
a wavering light, if it’s necessary.
You can sneak a whisper of Neruda
or of another who’s nearer
to the shelter of your soul…
Be gentle… — Remember, —
I’m easily tickled and the pain
isn’t a part of my game.
Sniff me, taste me, feel me…
The way you gonna touch me
for arranging my attire
will be captured definitively
even with the smallest mistake…
The offer is not a borrow
so it can’t be taken back.
Here I am… — not naked, —
but wondering myself about
how the “love” will be used, —
where it will be placed, —
what part of me will be wrapped
with the verb of an adjective
from the noun pulverized
with known pronouns,
you, You, & I‧‧‧ — in warm moods
bathed in moonlight
[Illustration by Coby Whitmore]