I wear my subconscious on my sleeve,
An Uber-trait, I believe…

A bit disarming to other species,
Particularly their she’s…

But my honey still attracts the bees,
With ease,
Even when I taunt and tease,
And dangle my innards in the open breeze!

And I wouldn’t stuff them back inside,
Even if all pussy were to open wide!

No reward can compare,
To bathing your core in fresh air!
All your secrets, desires and contradictions,
Dancing celebratory,
Without restrictions!

Puts Freud out of business,
That great ol’ human mind poet,
But even he’d show forgiveness,
To see me crack my code and show it…