It’s been a while, but it’s coming back to me now.
I’ve been having naked dreams again.
Like, all the time.
I’ve been going to classes
heading out to work
negotiating a busy office,
balls bouncing,
ass proud and true,
never checking who was taking in the view.

I’ve been dreaming of the freedom
nudity affords
hungering for a life without restriction,
restraint,
or an eventual reckoning.

In the dreams
mens are pig.
They notice nothing.
The wimmins, though,
present raised eyebrows and tilted hips.
They suggest acknowledgment
but allow me to continue
in my utterly unclothed approach.

I don’t know why this is happening more
at this point
or why I’ve chosen now to talk about it
but
I’m feeling a little uncomfortable
with the admission
having let it all hang out.

Just a tad
vulnerable,
y’know?