Covered with Blankets

you can be naked,
in a way that leaves you open
or denies your body a stitch of clothing.

let your gathered silences free,
or cover them with make-up
a smile that says not today,
eyes that say yes.

put the scars on display,
or tattoo new stories over them.

let the past breathe,
or bind it in lace and satin.

sit at your best angle,
or let the camera find you mid-blink—
mouth open, unguarded.

i will be here, just as stark,
to mirror each moment,
so you see what is undeniable:
never alone.

and your body?
when it begs for a softer edge,
for silence to hold your name gently,
when covering up
is the only way to keep breathing—
i will start a stitch in time,
drape myself over the unspoken
i will be blanket.