I Saw You Naked

I saw you naked

In the light,

Your head held high

In your humility,

Some picked a word,

A line, a phrase,

A nipple nudging left,

A fold, a crease,

But peaking past

Your naked skin,

What a rush

To be invited in,

To see your soul

Burning brightly

Searching for

Its equilibrium.

Stephen Nesbitt ©