Four

Without clothes,  I fear the state of solipsism.

Slowly undress me; undress my thoughts. Make love to my soul.

Break down the walls of my mind; let yourself in, then hold me.

Three

Being naked is a lot less revealing than writing poetry or making artwork. Naked, I can still hide what is important to me.

Two

Naked, I have no sleeve to hang my heart on, but if you are interested, it is visible, beating in my chest.

One

The self-imposed scaffolding and props of unreasonable expectation has been holding up my whole emotional structure, but ironically, every time my mind begins to question the health of relying on external structures, I am terrified. What happens if I take them away; take away the covering, take away the expectation, the pressure to conform, the pressure to 'succeed'? What am I left with? Myself - and do you know, I am ok! I am naked, but I am ok.