"Man was born free, and he is everywhere in chains." - Rousseau

i am comfortable when i talk to you naked.

-you smile at me when i walk away.
-and i miss the stop sign because i keep looking back.

flawless, slowly breaking in. perfect - so they say.

-there was no faking, not possible to be mistaken,
-with you i wear no make up,
-i dont need to dress up.

because you'll love me anyhow.

i am bare in front of you, and all you do is reach out to me. touch me twice.
it's like dutch courage without the tipsy. adding color to our world.

i stand on your steps, my heart in my hand. waiting on you.
and i know that you will be good to me. this is me, in my own skin.
and you'll never walk away, even if we make a mess of this.
because the illogical, irrational emotions arnt resolved when the heart takes the lead.

my heart, its gone. its in you.

forgive me for my absence.
hold me for my presistance.
and we will always be okay.