Naked

Sometimes we meet another who “sees” straight through all our bullshit.

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And when His eyes

pierced me

and my melancholy cloak

of regret

 

At my side

the legion

of all my little deaths

now claustrophobic, pressing

 

Each razor slice

of my heart

cut deep by my own will,

they seeped a tear

 

The gauze of pretence

those secrets dressed

the unstitched wounds

naked, stark and naked

 

And my ghosts

walk ever with me

my compadres

my fiends and spectres

 

Not enough soap

nor water

to be clean again

not ever

 

What exorcism

might yet banish

these phantoms

of word and deed?

 

And His eyes said

love only love

and he passed to me

a single key

 

Writ thereupon

a single word

and in gold;

Compassion.