i write because
naked feels indulgent
like my bare skin on crisp white linens
in a luxury hotel room's bed
my body's fibers
reach out
to feel the bones of
compassion
sadness
happiness
i write because
i am exposed --
my lover sees
through me
and with his feathered ink stilus --
scripts his way
into my heart's depth
i write because
it keeps me honest
with myself.
