It is not a dirty world.
It is, innocence confused
led blind by blind.

Slip off the clothes, let it pool around you,
pull the blindfolds undone
and look into the abyss blinking back.

Feel your naked gooseflesh.
Watch the jerky movement
of your joints come to life by your will.
Watch how each atom in you
connects to another
How just a twirl of your open hips
sends ripples . . .
               beware your touch
               Be-aware your touch.