Nothing renders me naked the way
A simple touch
Or smile so subtle in its place
Slides in.
Slow movement misplaces monologues,
Disrobing my identity –
I stand bare
Skimming the boundaries of language.
No semiotic armor bracing me.
No words to wrap in their loving embrace.
Careful, do not open.
Contents under pressure.
I might explode.
There is only one exit,
Through the door to the right.
You should not enter,
Not my mind.
Don’t forget to lock the door behind you.
Leave me when my eyes are open.
That way I can be prepared.
And don’t throw out of any window for I am fragile; I may break.