Naked

She saw me naked once
Her eyes had such vivid imagery
The anticipation behind it
The longing

See because nowadays we all wear so many layers
Cold World. Multifaceted agents of concealment.
But some of us, we like being naked.
We love the feel of it.

The intense desire to hide is long gone
No longer do you feel trapped and held back
Truth be told, I miss that
But being naked leaves you open to attack

But she didn’t attack me.
At least not right away
And the fact that she didn’t run
Made me think she was here to stay

She, who saw the burn marks on my flesh
The self-inflicted scars across my chest
The bruises on my ribs that my father left
The reason I so easily lose my breaths

She thought I was beautiful still
She smiled as she made sure others wouldn’t see
For my nakedness was now hers
She whispered,

“You belong to me”

Being naked with her was being in Eden
We were the new Adam and Eve.
Both blissfully naked and in love.
That is … until history repeats.

So the snake came along and beguiled my Eve.
Only she knew she was being deceived.
I fell to my knees, in pain, asking God if he could please
Relieve me of this nakedness that betrayed me.

Being naked became a curse.
An affliction of those who were stupid.
And now no matter what I desire,
I won’t fall victim to Cupid.

She was the only one who ever saw me naked.
Only her. Not even family or friends.
But I learn from my mistakes. I’m cautious now.
I just can’t wait to be naked again.