audience of one

Naked eye
cannot see me
as I stand
before You…
look into my soul
see my frailty,
my love, my all.
Be my mirror,
my cleansing flame
- leave no trace
of secret shame.

Naked, I
dance before You,
shout and clap
and cry…
And You see –
not my face,
bright garments,
only me!
You embrace,
You caress,
You kiss my tears.

In this,
our secret place,
we meet,
You still
my voice,
my head,
my feet.
With outstretched hands
wait I…
naked I…
Naked Eye.

- London, 2001