After you’ve lost all your clothing,
After you’re bare and vulnerable,
After you’re exposed to the worldliness,
After you’re split apart, wide open,
After you’re immersed in shyness,
You feel like nature’s coincidental creation.
You feel honest, having nothing to hide.
You feel close to who you actually are.
the street lamps are just a matter of beauty,
and the roads a way to pass time.
Emptiness is an experience and friends a telltale.
The blurry visions of a clear night.
Time slowing, in the wink of an eye.
This is when, truth and dreams copulate.