Nakedness
is in love with us
it follows us
everywhere
(where ever we are)
whether bedroom...kitchen...or
even(somethimes) garden.
It invites us
(entices us)
to dress ourselves
in its self
& can you
Adam & Eve it
we agree
to it
leaving our clothes
sulking in wardrobes
thrown carelessly over chairs
scatered here & nonchalantly there.
Nakeness
is in love with us
& so
...becomes us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem