Raw and pale, the truth bears her body to the world.

Those who fear her, avert their eyes.

Some are ashamed of her nakedness, and look on with revulsion.

Those who center their lives around truth, embrace their lover and carry her home. 


After the Rain

Red were the roses dripping from her parted lips,

Green eyes flashed hot in the yellow-gold afternoon.

Violet was his desire coursing through throbbing veins.

Orange was the hour of the sun’s sinking.

Indigo was the pool her dress made on the floor.

Inky blue-black covered their bodies in the secrecy of the night.