If I were to write a love letter
How would I start?
But where do I follow?
Do I write myself naked in black and white ink?
But you have seen me naked my love,
And you know my thoughts and soul.
All there is to know about me you know,
I am no mystery
Not that I keep myself hidden between the
Complex person that I aspire to be.
I know there is no point in a game of discovery
There is no point in making our lives
That extra effort,
No games this time, no falsities.
I need no armour with your love
– and now I am stripped to my skin
We can see each other in the truth,
In the flesh.