Undress By Words

I am, standing, Poetically naked
baring mostly, dark, inked covered skin 
wearing only my  words
dressed in the dim light of shadowed ink,
shyly sharing most of the whole truth,
between shriving, needy me,
and willing reading you


in front, of you 

your eyetronically amorously caressing
pieces of  behavioral prints 
of smeared fears, and faded joys from me
only to have you critically dissecting me

or maybe you,
only, want to defensively, fondle
and reach out to me
putting your protecting arms around me

touching my papered skin,
so keenly
forever staining it with,
revealing ink, of wanted comments
dressing me in your soul covering words
of judgements and praises 
because I dared to stand
so wordfully naked
right in front of you

only to see, that, your naked too