I Walk In The Nude Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

discreetly
you are opening your eye
watching for me

I am walking
the soft carpet
fluffy full
of night associations

you are covering
half a face
with the hand
pretending

the deep sleep
and after all
I can see I feel,

with the curiosity
you watching my profile
straining one's eyes

in the semi-darkness
of sleepy dawn
why so in the nude?

I like it
this habit
and I have nothing to hiding

apart

from that what in heart...