Naked Poetry is Naked Courage

Naked Poetry is Naked Courage

I perceive vulnerability as strength, to find bravery within yourself to showcase your weakness. My vulnerability is letting people in. I’ve created protective walls and checkpoints and this, I am aware. I understand the depths of myself, strengths, weaknesses, joys, and despair, but yet this mystery of who I am remains. A constant strength and a constant vulnerability, something I can’t outsmart nor outwork.

I always thought of desperate as being something negative, and it doesn’t have to have such a bad reputation. I think so deeply and I feel so passionately, to be desperate to give, seems entirely gracious to my heart’s standard. I think, to be desperate lies within the intention of which you seek. Desire is to strongly wish for something, but desperation is to act upon that wish. I desire to see people happy and desperately want to help them be happy.

My thoughts leading into this poem; Naked Poetry is Naked Courage.

i stand clothed in front of you
your eyes run over me
and i feel bare to your eye
vulnerable to your gaze 

i blush at my thoughts
when you say “come over here”

i’m desperate for your touch
a swift chill comes over me 
as i fall into you

you rescue me slowly
you hold me tenderly
and love me ravishly 

because you are to me
what i am to you

two bodies
two souls
two minds
one heart
one passion
one life.


kristin l. cook

Blind, Confused, Clueless Love

Blind, Confused, Clueless Love

She was intense 
like a flame to a dry field
It spreads, it burns,
she demands your attention.

She was timeless,
like a wave crashing on the sand
fluently alive, raging furiously,
and manipulating your emotions.

That girl was beautiful,
a frequent imbalance of naughty or nice,
urging you to protect her or defend yourself,
begging you to walk then run,
– to her or away from her,
forcing you to decide.

She was magnetic,
She was gravity,
She was pressure,
She was force.

That girl is love.


kristin l. cook

You’re the trouble I’m in; Je te veux

You’re the trouble I’m in;  Je te veux

Your body is my vice,
I can’t resist you twice

Your fingers linger down my spine,
a chill runs over me, I call you mine

My back arches and I let out a sigh,
this is an all time high

The temptation is too strong,
you and I together is like a song

Our shadows cast over the wall,
a passion that won’t stall

I close my eyes and it all appeared,
the man, the fire, the beard

A serenity of desire,
the satisfying defeat,
as we finish,
and lay naked between your sheets


Kristin L. Cook

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