I waited…

In the dark,

In the light,

In the haziness in between.

Everything I knew about him was unseen.

Worn like a silk scarf upon my neck,

He was the luxury which could not protect;

Too thin and frail for functionality,

Yet,

The very garment I longed to be wrapped in.

I can’t very well continue to run about naked…

Or can I?

I spy with my little eye…

Something red and something blue,

Something broken and something true;

So I remain bare lest my savior comes through,

For somewhere out there is a cloak for me.

Maybe ambitions ran high when I fancied the silk;

That caliber of man would never take my milk.

My nurturing would be lost on him.

But rugged and strong, from the neck to ankle long

With worn threads and soft patches…

Maybe he I can don;

Take off my skin and slip him on.

In the light,

In the dark,

In the haziness in between;

If I wear him just right, maybe he will see…

Something red and something blue,

Something broken and something true.

And when he spies it, he’ll know what to do

With this naked heart of mine.