Poem: The Naked Truth

Many years ago as a young boy,
I found my Aunt’s secret naked

I perhaps stared at them
a little too long,
imagining my aunt and uncle’s sex life
with whips and chains
swinging from the ceiling,
experimenting with all kinds
of  decadent moves,
atop the kitchen sink to the laundry room floor.

Which is not a bad thing in itself,
but I would have preferred
if they had kept it private.

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

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