We are always more.
And that is not a compliment.
Our bodies are clouded
in culture and politics.
(We are Sex)
When the sun comes out I want to observe the way the flesh moves
I want to watch for clean lines as they flash past.
The breast bounces and the thighs rub together.
Nudity: When the clouds move apart not to buy or sell,
false empowerment and advertising.
Get your tiger’s stripes, hear me roar.
Display a naked woman,
Be a naked man.