Exhibitionism Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Tell me, do I look naked to you?
And vulnerable? A hapless target
Whilst you mumble the subterfuge?
I am your vacillating, insipid mourner.
The beads of your white dress
Disengage one by one,
And the bony prominences flutter away
In the distance of your scapula,
Your collar bones, your thin lips
And enraptured grin.
Do I look naked?
Why do you laugh when I grimace?
Why do you detest my faith
In things obscured and dark-streaked?
You have flown away behind
The bastions, the fortresses
And I am alone inside silent crowds.
You are drunk with merriment
Among the vassalage and carouse of
Men and mice.

Why do you embellish my nakedness?
Why do you wrap yourself with the twilight
And leave me here with a fumbling delusion?
Does this amuse you?
To see me on the parallel sidewalk,
Walking alone, with nothing but few dimes
Worth the sullying?
And you smiled blindly as you saw me
Face down on the humid concrete –
It is an insult.
Everything is irrevocable,
You can never redeem
What you stole in the light of my defenselessness.
Now, as the light perishes,
And the dusk is fast approaching,
I am still naked
While you clothe yourself with
My mortal flare.