Censorship is temporary

Eternal the inspiration is

My body was not born dressed

Was not censored at birth

 

Thus

 

When undressing

My own censorship claudicates

It’s just a matter of arriving

To the edge of my bed

 

And if I get there

Censored by your hugs

Your body surrounding me

Covering myself completely

 

Then it is not censure

It´s wrapping around pleasure

Preamble to what is

Going to develop behind

 

Censured walls