Naked
Water
beading as you exit the bath
Every
curve a symphony of sound and endless rapture
Birthday
suit
Everyday
a new way to process everything
The
chains broken when our synapses snap crackle and pop
Poetry
my savior since I pulled out the nails and screamed at my creator
Crucifixion
is nothing compared to self-preservation and The Grand Inquisitor that exists
within us all
My
intellect as sharp as a stone skipping across the water and I’d be as mad as a
hatter if I didn’t confess the love I feel for you
I
would start at the beginning, but it’s the middle where all the cream filling
lies in wait
You
know what it means to be both a woman and a child as I catch glimpses of the
Big Bang in your equine eyes
It
started with a murmur and before we knew it the Chosen People felt anguish
beyond the scope of their routine suffering
I
could care less about the emperor’s new clothes
It’s
only you I wish to spy nude beneath a sky of sliced red ribbons and blue ribbons
handed out only to the underachievers
My
eyes paint you in a field of daisies as we run through the brushstrokes of
yellow and green and pretend we haven’t a care in this world
Charles Cicirella
8/3/19
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