Odd, the way truth comes
round undbidden,
seeming acontextual
in the instant-
it's revelatory, cool clarity
appearing in the later
luxury of reflection.
The point in this case
was my unabashed nudity
in the morn-lit kitchens
of my last two lovers.
There, in the buff,
making coffee, doing dishes,
or admiring Solingen cutlery
I was laughed at for being brazen.
Peculiar, I think,
that women in their
late 30's, divorced,
of a certain professed
sophisticated romantacism
should spread there legs summarily
yet be astonished and abashed.
So that, long left,
the months already quickly leapt
between the then and now,
Spring acome so green, naive,
I cannot help but wonder
about the sharpness
of the knives they wield,
to what it is they cleave,
myself having been
so cleanly cleft.
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