nude portrait

To strip your clothes and lay your body bare

we open bottles, poems, hands, and beer

so I can trace your form from toes to hair.

I ache to touch and taste your damp “down there”—

that which we conjure forth when you don’t fear

to strip your clothes and lay your body bare.

You step within my room, my artist’s lair,

and wrap your skin in air both bright and clear

so I can trace your form from toes to hair.

We hold our breath and wonder if it’s fair

that my voice alone strikes, a shaken spear,

to strip your clothes and lay your body bare

when men would fight and kill to win a share

of pleasure’s gasps you sing when I draw near

so I can trace your form from toes to hair.

Together melt like ink on felt. We pair

of dreamers wake to passions placed right here

to strip your clothes and lay your body bare

so I can trace your form from toes to hair.