risqué

holds her/his

special & private

fascinations

behind the closet

door of her/his

heart, wanting to

let it all out, wanting

to share her/himself

with another in order

to confirm that

these feelings are ok,

that all the little

seemingly irrelevant

to others but

wondrously unique

qualities of the self

come in colors &

shapes within the

nether regions of

all our blood &

if s/he could just

muster the courage

to come out & ask

someone to listen,

or to express to the

world without the

expectation that they

will, possibly, quite

possibly, a therapeutic

feeling might

begin to quench the

dissatisfaction with

being.