Nude Musings

Like the full moon I sleep nude Feeling less than new Yet quite comfortable in my skin Despite fuchsia flaw My inner child claws At any chance to be lost Like lavender flowers of the wall Blending in the lesser of sins For one to lose oneself amoungst the in Crowd and not feel left out yet how Do dandelions withstand the windy Shouts of the other boisterous bulbs By riding on blue breeze And kissing the tree leaves Landing in foreign garden grasses And melting like molasses Into a new world garden With a hopeful heart sharpened To the singing melody of destiny.