....Nakedness....

wee hours in the morning
he stands naked

sun rises
birds drift into work

glass pane, misty
outsides, blurry

eyes are sharp,
wet, looking beyond the hills,

rising sun,
speckless sky,

flowering dawn lights
keeps standing naked

looks back, finds her in bed
turns, for her, sad smiles from the hills

pain, shearing, ruthless

eyes sharp,
wet, focussed, encaged,

accepting nakedness...