I undress myself with words

Slowly,

That’s the way you like it.

I don’t know what you expect,

But I’m not ashamed a bit.

I am not perfect, I know,

My soul is not of an Angel –

Just an ordinary man,

Full of faults

And disaffections.

But isn’t it

The challenge

In its entireness?

To love the Devil in me!

What if the loved

Darkness

Starts to shine?