Born I Naked

Beauty of flesh swaddled from eyes of sin Overtures of innocense in a leaf Rapture exciting blind lust with chagrin Nature paraded now in callous grief I was born for better than figment leaf Nurtured to believe in man there's a child Anxious for innocense, called to be wild Kept by fears at the edge of life's glory Ego restrained, the promise rich defiled Dancing maypole around love's full story Languish in the lingering dream of stars Overtures of Eden flash on our eyes Virtue vacated in our silent wars Eros vindicated is paradise Meaning is another cloth that defies Erotic sense with figment leaves and sears Passion in the salt rivers of our tears Ultimately we were born to seed more Replenishing the image count by years Expressing self on the unclothed shore