Go Put Some Pants On

I can’t fight with you when you’re naked.
It’s hard to explain the idea
That when you’re shrouded,
My words sink in,
Deeper.
Deeper,
To where you can feel them
As I feel them.

Maybe its that your comments
Can be biting.
Likely,
It’s that I’m crazy, like you tell me,
And insecure.

When we fight, I feel
As exposed as you truly are.
I pull on pants and shirts and sweaters,
But I still feel without armor.
Vulnerable.

I don’t know why
I hate it when you aren’t
Covered,
Donned,
Protected.

When you’re bare, it’s like
I’m not getting beneath your skin.
Where I want my words,
My perspective,
To reside.



Published in Creative License, 2007.