Let's take off all our clothes. It's time for shamelessness. <br />On nights of self-reflection, we go skinny-dipping with our self-perception. <br />We join the stars dancing on the water <br />and we emerge, red-skinned not red-faced. A collared dove coo-coo-coos <br /> <br />on nights of self-reflection. We go skinny-dipping with our self-perception <br />just to get away from the great greyness of being, <br />and we emerge red-skinned, not red-faced. A collared dove coo-coo-coos, <br />a sudden vivacity that jolts the unshy air. Is the thought of escapism <br /> <br />(just to get away from the great greyness of being) <br />a thought that can overcome us all? <br />A sudden vivacity that jolts the unshy air is the thought of escapism <br />suffixing the swagger of the six o'clock swill. <br /> <br />A thought that can overcome us all: <br />‘Let's take off all our clothes, it's time for shamelessness.' <br />Suffixing the swagger of the six o'clock swill, <br />we join the stars dancing on the water.<br /><br />Alexander Hawkins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-collared-dove-2/
