Being naked is more than a circumstance.
It’s not the simplicity of taking off my clothes one by one
each layer of fabric, each strip, each shred
until the only thing separating me from the air around me is my skin…
being naked is not being undressed.
Being naked is more than being exposed.
It’s not for other eyes
that only look at the surface
seeking the immediate gratification of explicitness,
without seeing the time paused within me.
Being naked is to leave out
the distance and the thoughts,
it’s to break the crust that the world ornaments day by day
and feel how it flows, sometimes drop by drop,
sometimes like a waterfall,
what keeps me together
and shatters me into a thousand pieces at the same time.
Being naked is more than a circumstance
and it’s more than being exposed…
it’s my submission,
my masochism,
my obedience,
my vulnerability,
my root…
it’s the collar you put around my neck.