Naked
Posted by Garrett Carey | Filed under Poetry, Print
I undress her,
and by undress I mean
she leads the eyes
a glistening moon over
helpless
waves.
I am captivated,
madly in love
and by madly I mean
57 times a day,
I mean under-
estimated
I mean the black
lace draws murals under
her shirt,
a masterpiece -
and by masterpiece I mean
in the way
of her breasts.
She is dressed,
I mean, she is wanted,
she is loved.
She wears it well.
