On Nakedness

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there are times when it feels good to be naked, BARE with another, her body next to mine, warm and trembling, her imperfections dissolve into perfections as we melt into one.

there are times when it feels bad to be naked, STRIPPED from another, his body close to mine, cold and shrinking, his imperfections remain imperfections as we stand divided as two.

there are times when it feels wrong to be naked, EXPOSED by another, her mind distant from mine, nescient and unthinking, her consciousness lost to her own ego as we live on in loneliness.

there are times when it feels right to be naked, OPEN to another, his mind inside mine, serene and stimulating, his consciousness accepts his ego and we find peace in being.