Nakedly So
Some poems
don't need
to be said.
They're shared
between eyes
and thought
caressing
body's telepathy
Pupils dilate
from her elation.
God I love
my own creation.
How it flows
from a muse
and forms
symbiotic energy.
It's like
wearing words
and my vocabulary
is hers for devouring.
The pen leaves
me naked
but she's the one
shaking from every
truth shared
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