Naked: First Poetry Reading

Naked: First Poetry Reading

Bang is spelled S-A-R-A-H; the gunshot.
Two feet suddenly become twenty yards.
Each step deliberate, praying not to fumble.

Hot eyes aimed; staring, searing, scalding.
A belly full of a thousand caterpillars battling for escape.
Fingers cold as twilight, but swollen with moisture.

A bead of fear creeps down a reddened temple.
Eyebrows stretched taut, eyes like a deer awaiting impact.
Quivering lips part, and the lump gives way to sound.

Undressing before you, peeling off the layers.
Mind above head, hovering; the world a blur.
Body tossing uneasily, feet shuffling below.

Essence exposed, now completely unclothed.
Certain collapse lures in regret to join doubt.
Air becomes elusive, lungs yell out for breath.

A glance down the page halts this spiral crash.
Vision returns, mind and head reunite,
For seven words will drape me in closure.