Monday, January 3, 2011
There was a time when you wouldn't undress before me.
But that was years ago.
Maybe you're finally comfortable with my presence.
Maybe after all this time you no longer see me before you
Or can't hear my breath or footstep
Or just can't be bothered any longer with modesty and shyness.
Maybe you know that I will always find you beautiful,
And find my gaze so natural and normal as to be like the beating of your heart
Something of which we are almost unawares
Unless it goes faster
Or skips or stops.