NAKED

I have seen him naked.
He was shy at first,
a fleeting blush,
betrays his ebony skin.
He undressed slowly,
one stubborn layer at a time
rewarding my patience.
I could see his hesitancy
as his fingers muddled
refusing to expose his secrets,
the scars on his being.
Then,there he was.
His perfect contours,
nestled his unseen wounds,
from the day she left,
from the day his brother left.
His strong muscles,
protected his soft parts,
from unbearable pain,
from hidden dangers.
Never did he let anyone see.
Never before.
But, I have seen him naked.
For he has seen me too