Why is me
existing as I actually am
such a problem?
Why must I
dress myself up to your standards
when nakedness fits me best?
When we two
make lingering eye contact
you office casual, passing in your car,
me, stark naked on my stoop
worlds and worldviews collide
as the heavens open up
and the warm rain soaks us both.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2026 17:10
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Comments2
Open and closed to opposites in duality. Nicely done
Thanks!
“Why must I
dress myself up to your standards
when nakedness fits me best?”
such a good line! great work 🙂
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