To remove your clothing
in public
is dramatic, perhaps even brave
or useful; to put clothing back on
when one has been
publicly nude
is also dramatic, but
this is not usually done
for an audience, as most
prefer the end of mystery
to the resumption of mystery
and see the latter as deception;
when one resumes a deception
before the world,
those who became naked as afterthought
and did not participate
in the original drama will feel cold
and cheated.
All this is to say
that to decide to swim naked
in the main stream
ought usually to be a final choice.
One should not go backwards from there;
indeed, it is made nearly impossible
by the ever-judging audience.
They know you too well,
you see,
for any of them to not picture you
naked ever again.
Still, there are those
who do pull it off,
but it takes time and patience
to be among them,
and you must wait
for an entire generation to pass
before you can walk out clothed
as you wish again, out there
among your disowned heirs, the nude
public, in all their skin
and bare finery.
No matter how wonderfully
you are arrayed,
it feels a little hollow
when you step out that way.

December 27th, 2010 at 11:51 am
Well…this was brilliant really. Ummmm, yes, agreed. I should run…shedding clothes like a scene in a film, crazy…throwing layers off helter skelter, hungry for skin on skin and the knowing of that. And once knowing…well…you can never really go back.
December 27th, 2010 at 1:44 pm
Thanks very much. I wasn’t sure about this one, really…