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.
And this I thought, as I licked his
blood from the shore, for all the
hatred the strife and the wars, this
when eternity slams shut her last
door, this at long last was
worth dying for.
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