Of all the things you wear
the thing that you don’t wear
is most important to me, my love!
Come, come to me, clad only
in nature’s own lucid openness.
Come, come before me.
Let me kiss you without touching your lips
and embrace the truth of love
without holding you in my arms.
Love, O’ my love.
Come, sit before me
Let me cook you with the love’s energy
in its own juice of the vitamins
and the natural aroma of the bareness.
Love, O’ my love.
Let me sleep inside your eyes
and be the bridge
between your clothed realism
and my naked dreams.
Copyright 2009 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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