Naked Under Fleece
You watched,
patient, amused,
but hurting too,
by default, loving me,
watching me struggle
to remove the last stitch,
the remaining threads,
the tiny bits of armor.
I stand before you,
now stripped of bark,
no bite left, no fight,
wholly naked always,
for your eyes only,
while everyone else
sees a tall woman
in a blue sweatshirt.
Gary
Cheers
Alain