Let's get naked. Let's feel everything
with our skin and not our clothes.
Let's get close to the fibers of
cool grass instead of stifling cotton.
I want dirt in the crevices and
bruises in places once protected
by several layers of fabric.
Let's throw away our jackets
our denim jeans and our Converse.
Let's forsake underwear, socks,
toss them in a burn pile in the yard.
I want the sun to burn freckles
all up and down my spine,
and I want the frigid wind
to ripple my skin with shivers and bumps.
In the daytime we can search the earth,
digging through soil for treasure,
and at night we'll sleep under blankets of snow.
Let's go dancing with rainstorms
and ride on the backs of Pacific waves,
let's scar ourselves with the outside world
and hope it digs deep into our bodies,
needling its way into hearts and bones.
Let's hide nothing from each other,
nothing from ourselves,
let's show and see and touch the things
that are usually just out of reach.
Let's forget our armors of cotton and mistrust.
Let's get vulnerable before
the great wide world in all its splendor,
all its horrors and wonders and mysteries.
We should take down our walls and
rip off our shells and masks.
We should bare our souls, our secrets,
anything we hold sacred or shocking.
Let's get naked. Let's feel everything
with our skin and not our clothes. |
Submission Name: Let's Get Naked
