Naked came I within
Wondrous, winding ways
Of imagination’s dream;
My only clothing, skin.
It is my mind I’m stripped
Of body shame of being
Encased in others’ decree
That from myself be ripped.
I stand barefoot in my head
On exciting fields of joy
Where, bare in nature’s berth,
I am reborn in flowering bed.
Not just at night, under cover
Of dark but dead decency,
Do I roam about out of doors.
Nude, Dawn kisses me as lover.
Where came this bold streak
Of genuine feeling within
Insensate sense of normalcy?
Brave heart lies even in the weak.
So, when at games televised
You see maid or man parade
In altogether nothing covered,
Imagine what they’ve realized.
Dreams can but become true.
For that is in their nature.
And, naturally, I imagine
A naked reality that is you.
