Seed for Song

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Nudity won’t do
for nakedness.

If we forget, sweating gives a sense of it,
of nakedness,
from the inside out.

Remember our naked childhoods:
the rasped knees,
sand in our teeth,
water in our ears…
the things they made us eat
(with our bare tongues!),
time and again, what we hadn’t meant to say,
but stumbled, and did.

So, we played with fairy tales.
Now we hide in our dishabille,
bit in half by desire:
one for illusion,
one, stronger, for one another’s eyes.

Such mammals as we are,
we are chimps in the nude,
still startled out of nakedness
by the sight of nothing
but our own hides.

Tags: Authenticity

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