by Shawn Allen

I want you naked before me.
My hands upon your truth,
Beyond shame and constraint.
This flesh is temporary,
A passing fashion of the soul.
I need to go deeper, to the essence of you
Where we no more exist –
Where there is only I Am,
And I am to your eyes exposed;
Innocent and without guile.
Would you touch me there?
For I am naked before you.

(c) 04-30-2014
Shawn D. Allen.