I have been trying to turn myself inside out in order to reveal my translucent nudity. I attempt to rinse off my tattoos, primitive tribal markings of an era passed. I shave every hair from my body and frown at my scars which are still there. And I find this on Facebook:

YOU ARE NOT ENOUGH NAKED

You are not enough naked when you are naked

the ripple of your skin is a royal shawl
your untied mane a burnished veil
your gait a pondered gesture
your mellow words witch-craft
your soul hides amidst curved brows
like an alpine deer in friendly bushes

You are not enough naked when you are naked

my keen eye spots a thousand denials,
endless pauses, swayings of pleasure,
my ear hearkens worn out chatterings
of yes and no

I have no choice O Loved One
I shall lay bare even your nudity

English translation from my poem: Non sei abbastanza nuda, Opus V, @copyright 2008-9 Mirco Antonio Mannucci Oxymora, work in progress.