nathanael.ink

every letter a looser stitch
each word a button undoes down my coat.

now no wonder..
done it all myself.. the way love looks like porn
and words like a poem

is to bare yourself undressed.. it is the way I walk
my confused face,
disgruntled bodies in a fig’re 8
in love. well in life I face the same way

each women the same complex
she faces uneven emotions;
I bare naked, as truth intended, but reality must
sink in.

“Hello, here I measure myself for you.”
“Yes dear, I enjoy the films, have you heard me cry?”
“Oh heaven, YES with the arts! Here I can die&undie!”

it is my art to undress.. I from it, my life is a complex..