.naked Poem by YURI DURAAN
.naked
I sit in the bath
letting the water run out
not moving
my body glistening from the
residue of the bath oil
now drying on me
I am aware of every shift
in the air around me
causing the slightest breeze
against my skin
a reminder that there
is still life outside of myself
The harsh glare of the bathroom
light illuminates every scar
every flaw on my body
flaunting my imperfections
and turning a blind eye to
my vulnerabilities
and I sit here in this empty bath
not able to move, amazed at it all
naked...while my skin dries
under the scrutiny of my lost soul
the body's nakedness as a symbol of the soul, bare and bruised, not at all like that of it's earlier form, this as everything has an impact on a naked soul, little wonder why it often gets lost.(I don't know if i've found the meaning of this poem) but it is beautiful
A body, naked, wet, dry, a female body in the night, a body waiting for. It's difficult to stay in front of it. We're waiting for a tale of its body, so we'll not be voyeurs.
soothing and being naked in the bathroom and not feeling sensuous, , , , wel written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/10/2024 6:22:38 PM # 1.0.0
beautiful poem...examining, critical and open, one's own scar rich bruises rich naked life activities with in the enclosure of one's own mind...very meaningful write...10