muted wonder

What would they say?

the words,

all the words,

if allowed to fall upon paper

as they fall upon my heart?

Droplets of my soul

bleeding deep into fiber,

forever etched,

embedded,

exposed.

Nakedness

in a world

that does not blanket,

but judges

drunken bodies

on benches in the park.

What would they say

dare I

risk the fall.

~sf