I walk outside
Naked, unafraid
Willing and able to free myself
From soft shackles,
Those form-fitted restraints
And step into warm flesh
Warmed by the morning sun.
I wear only smiles now
As I greet each morning
Coffee in hand, breathing deeply
As I live my life
With all my skin in the game.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My thoughts about what it is like for me as a nudist in a world that largely shuns body freedom.
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Comments2
A most interesting poem that speaks in reality but also in metaphor. What are cloths but constraints against exposure that the rest of the world is not ready to accept. A most unique poem about a seldom spoken of controlling world.
A letter to the freedom we have but constrained by social norms. I love it
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