The naked truth

Posted on June 27, 2011 by Andrew Kreider

(Hendrickje bathing, by Rembrandt, 1654)

I swear by all that’s holy
If you keep stepping on there
It will steal your soul.

When you lose, you feel uneasy
When you don’t, you feel worse
And all the time you look the same to me

Stepping radiant from the shower,
Torrents streaming from your hair
Like a goddess at her bath.

Hendrickje never had a bathroom scale
Neither did Venus on her half-shell
And you surpass them both.

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About Andrew Kreider

I'm a poet and musician,transplanted from London, England to beautiful northern Indiana. By day I am a stay-at-home dad with our three kids while my amazingly talented spouse conquers medical school one long shift at a time. At night, I'm a performer and trouble-maker. I love my life.

2 responses »

  1. Anonymous | June 28, 2011 at 2:20 am

    Amen, brother!Anne M.

    Reply
  2. Anonymous | July 2, 2011 at 2:08 am

    Women go crazy for a guy who spins words like this:)Signed Madwoman

    Reply

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