bare

bare your body
and i might bare my soul,
much more pornographic
than my skin has ever been.

my soul loves a sin;
more of a rebel than my body,
the body of a girl,
small chest, small hips.

if the soul's exposed
the body will follow,
buttons and zippers
will come undone.

my small hands
and long fingers
will glide into your palm,
they'll write you a song.

i'll break down
my wall of china,
break all the plates
that block me from intimacy.

i'll stop looking away
i'll stop staring at street signs,
i'll stop making up
something else to say.

if you come out bare
i can't promise i won't stare,
but i swear
i'll stop looking away.