jesus christ,
are you beautiful.
every time i think of you
tears come to my eyes.
I should be so lucky
to be so pretty, small and frail.

I need to stop worrying about this.
my life has become
and endless pit of concern
which is unneccessary.
I must stop prowling
and begin to wander within the boundaries given to me.

Someone told me i could make a pretty penny naked.
I told someone else that I was celibate.