My words walked naked down a highway
But crashes ensued
And the traffic stopped
My words were dangerously beautiful
So I clothed them in metaphor
Nothing flowery
The literary equivalent of a little black dress
And they were happy
When people saw their grace
When others didn't find them brazen
But if you get to know them
If you learn to love them
If they love you in return
You might get to see their beauty
As I birthed them