When you smile at me,
I feel naked.
Naked – not in any exposed way.
Naked – exposed only to your love.
I feel free.
Naked, in a way that makes me feel that
all of life’s painful blows have just slid off me.
From my shoulders, down my back
passed my backside and onto the floor.
I am naked – truly free.
I become immune to the fools,
and all of their tired, deceitful ways.
And I am dead – dead in a wonderful way.
Dead to the rest of the world and all its absurdity.
Dead to everything but you – and I am immortal.
When we are together, I am at peace.
I gaze at you, seize your smile,
your beautiful, soothing smile,
until it rises to a laugh.
When you laugh, I am never more alive.
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