Vulnerable Open: Romantic ImproVerse Free Verse Poem

She stood,
arms outstretched,
lungs deep breathing,
gasping for air,
to pull back into her
the truths revealed,
that he’d somehow
yanked from her,
opening her up
and examining every
hidden
part,
without her tacit permission. /

And yet she welcomed it,
yearned for the understanding that/
incredible insight gave,
begged to know/
even as she was known,
and understood,
and covered,
and buttoned up,
like a trenchcoat
she’d once wore,
and only she knew
what was underneath,
or wasn’t.

And she wondered/
who/
and how/
and if/
she’d ever let/
someone /
again/
unbutton it/
and her.

And she knew/
that some day,/
some time,/
the London Fog/
would lift, /
and sun /
would shine/
again,
back-back-back-back,
deep in
the center field/
of her heart,
and she’d again/
get to run home.

Advertisement

To A Shy Woman, Exposing: Romantic IMprov Poetry

She has unbuttoned
her blouse,
opened
her coat,
laid bare
her soul
before
my eyes.

Jericho’s walls
fell
with such
faith.

I’m awed
not by what
she has said,
but that she said
anything at all.

To, slowly,
one by one,
unbutton
her soul,
exposing
her inner self,
laying bare
her heart,
having faith
and hope
that they won’t
be trampled,
took courage
she didn’t know
she had.

Yet her face
glows.
Her body
warms.
A smile breaks
across her lips.

She feels,
finally,
again.
And feeling
feels
good.