Getting my nude on
beneath the Hippocratic eyes
of dubious doubters
who have lost bouquets
being the squatters
to observe the nakedness
of you and I

focusing on the shadow of my being
into the midst of recurring dreams
my own Michelangelo
and not someone's Salomé
in a pale blue satin chemise

being naked is a gift  
beneath nature's wings,
wear it with a smile

yet the witnesses of hypocrisy
know not what God looks like
listening to their own echoes  
thinking they are King David,
uncensored