Nakedness is a metaphor for openness. It is what poets must be if they are to guide and lead. We are the feelings for those who have lost theirs; the inspiration for the uninspired. I suppose there are distinctions between nakedness and nudity, but who cares. The words take on different meanings according to context. It is indeed clothinglessness; openness, exposure … and at its heart honesty. Truth. Which is the soul of poetry. The words of poetry are merely the artifice; the clothes.
I miss all my old lovers, wherever they
lay bleeding beneath the grass, I would
take them all once again in my arms and
tell them that it is not that bad, that it
will all be all right;
death after all seems so unreachable
I’ll fuck you in the ass and throat,
Aurelius and Furius:
both of you tend to play the bitch.
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Cover image is "Green and Gold", a 1920 painting by Henry Scott Tuke
Second image is Erastes and eromenos kissing. Tondo of an Attic red-figured cup. at The Louvre