Moon

Barefoot on the damp deck, I look up to the moon. 

She is out, out in the open night - whole, bright, and naked. 

I speak of my longing to live in my full joy, love, and power, to be like the moon, to be a being in my brilliance, out in the open - whole, bright, and naked. 

Figuratively, of course. I will be clothed in colored cloth. Most of the time. 

Naked as in pure. 

Naked as in authentic. 

Naked as in free.  

The wind blows then on my skin.

And it feels like a kiss. 

It feels like a yes.