Raw and Naked

Many came and many went,

Many have stayed for much long,

Yet nothing beats your space and charm,

Where I can be true and not be alarmed.

They tell me to laugh quite,

Talk a little slow and low …

With you I scream at vending machine

Not worry about how insane I am seen.

"Oh it’s stupid. Chuck it."

Yes! These lines are said to have me shut.

Incessantly we discuss life, future, feelings and all that goes by,

Basically every matter, big or tiny, under this sky.

There is no judgement on the kitchen floor,

When I sweep an entire bucket of ice-cream…

Instead I am asked, need I shed a tear?

Assured that you will stay to hear.

I have my eyes wide open,

Twisting and turning I struggle to sleep,

Your spoon strengthens me to fight another day,

Calmly in those strong arms I lay.

Your scent gropes my awareness,

The tenacious gaze has me surrender…

I can be a slave to your laughter,

Not just now, but, for ever after.

What did I do to owe your presence?

Where happiness and joy are the only things I feel...

Taken my doubts and turned them into desires,

What's ice, with you, I can tame fire.

YOU SEE ME, not just in flesh,

But in my raw actions and naked soul,

Unadulterated bliss and sterile breaks,

Through spotless anger and untarnished aches.