Please dance me naked,
Stripped of swaddling & tight corseted
garb,
Barefooted & light, away from leather
so hard,
Remove my suspenders & fine stockings
of silk,
With your hands on my breast, as pale as elk´s
milk.
Please dance me naked,
Liberated from ribbons & old belt of
rough cloths,
Petticoated merely, in the breath of
Druid´s moths,
Caressed by ringed fingers, of gold ancient
moons,
Mantled only in soft kisses, of those
invisible tunes.
Please dance me naked,
Without chattels of judgement & rags of
tight blame,
Just your hands on my flesh, without
feelings of shame,
Caped in sinew & bone, wrapped & beribboned
in vein,
Dance me naked in skin, away from banal fleshy
pain.
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