Nude

As the first morning light makes its way across the stark walls
I wish to merge into their whiteness, their smooth pureness.
Wrap myself in linen cream, and float on the wings of chorus
to be nude and unseen, to hide in between the pictures that hang.
When night drops her satin cloak and tucks-in each star with a kiss
I wish to be shadows that dance outside the ghostly-veiled windows.
To tease my demons under the bed and blow them away on the breeze
finally free to write with the hand of sadness, finally free to be me.