a certain nakedness

we have no weight
for the turning
of sun and earth
and we are children

learning to walk
in the space
between us,
often falling

we carry a shell
like walnuts
and are afraid
to break open

we have thin skin
and are like onions
to peel away
layer for layer

and we are like plums
soft and sweet
with a stone
hard inside

we are all this
and our heart
flutters like a bird's
on each other's hand

all there is,
the scent of now
and memories retold,
hurt transcended

with eyes of the heart,
to find a path
for the story
to unwind

and the music to play
for the dance,
open and vulnerable
in a certain nakedness