The touch of your presence 

Opens me up

Like a can of coke

You cannot close back anymore.

I stand in front of you

Naked,

Vulnerable,

Pure.

You close your eyes,

You turn away.

You don’t dare to stand the looks

On my soft, freckled skin.

I remain still,

Undressed and barefoot,

Watching you disappear,

Thinking…

What do I do with this?

Should I cover myself up?

How do I wear my nakedness in the world,

That sees only clothes?