My words walked naked down a highway,
but crashes ensued,
and the traffic stopped:
my words were dangerously beautiful,
so I clothed them in metaphor,
the literary equivalent of a little black dress.
They were happy
when people saw their grace
when others didn't find them brazen,
but if you get to know them
if you learn to love them
if they love you in return,
you might get to see their beauty
as I birthed them.