The Beauty Of Decency

it is when you bare it
all that
i do not see anything
anymore

and so i go back to
your way of teasing my senses
piece by piece
as you put again the puzzle back

like a tree putting back its
leaves
regaining its crown back
to its beauty of
being dressed

as decent as hills being dressed
to the regal greenness of
grass

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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