It is being naked in front of you

that makes me worry that you will laugh,

that you will misinterpret my words,

to the point of agony

or worse, see them as a reflection

of a dusty one sided mirror, engraved ornately

but still something to raise an eyebrow over,

perhaps even mock the attempt

of a strange tongues to which a man

who embraces oddness is bound.

 

I would rather appear naked in front of you,

for laughter is good for the soul,