A Kind of Naked

my eyes 
grew smaller by the minute
i should have been sleeping

instead
late night conversation
next to you
side by side
in my bed
fully clothed
head to toe
while
we stripped down
to the vulnerable nudity
of our souls
the soft cushions
of the longed for hopes
strewn haplessly
unorganized
dusty
but present
unearthing
past dreams hidden
under blankets 
in the corner

my secrets and 
your demons
whispering to each other
co-conspirators
partners in crime
tendrils of one
coiling towards the curls 
of the other
linking
intertwining
unifying

and i should have been sleeping
yet there i was
naked 
in my truth
marveling at the 
stark authenticity
of yours

modesty
is overrated