my clothes
like my dreams
are all behind me
GOD DAMN IT BUT I’M NUDE
AS NUDE AS THE HEAVENS THEMSELVES
AND IT MAKES ME WANT TO JUST KILL EVERYBODY
HOW CAN YOU ASK ME TO PUT THAT CLOAK ON MYSELF WHEN MY HANDS ARE ALREADY FLUNG UP IN DESPAIR
I’M TOO NAKED AND DISTRAUGHT TO GET DRESSED
i would rather die naked
than get up and cover this scratch and deny the world for even an instant a glimpse of my entire chest
WHY MUST I BE SO HEROICALLY NUDE
SO EXQUISITELY SINEWED
SO IMPRESSIVELY BE-THIGHED THAT THIS DRAPE SCARCE COVERS MY CUM-GUTTERS
I’m the nudest man there is, Clara, and don’t you ever forget it
get that pile of clothes AWAY from me
WE’RE BOTH SO NAKED
I know – friend, I know; peace
BUT WE ARE BOTH EXTREMELY NUDE
calm yourself, lad
HOW CAN I BE CALM WHEN MY WHOLE SKIN IS OUTSIDE
oh dear, oh drat, I’m almost touching a clothing, fehhhh, get it awayyy
my god, woman
get the hell out of here
you’re barely naked
how disgusting
uncover yourself
I can’t see one of your breasts
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Mallory is an Editor of The Toast.