You can have me.
Broken, or not.
dying sucks.
Everyone is doing it.
An endless circle
everything moving,
changing.
then there were a pair of brown eyes,
Given pause I look.
I stop,
all of it fades.
Just one naked man in the street.
Black belt, shoes.
Bold and naked in the daylight.
Like A silent message,
its all in my head.
A man, in nothing,
appeared so whole and complete.
the burning of his desires,
set to the earth.
And there is peace,
there is no more running.
I am given pause.
He stands arms spread wide,
to bask in his body,
to love him as he loves himself.
And I smile.
I am not broken.
I am just lost.
And it takes a naked man,
in the street,
to be a map.
