Bodies unafraid of the cold
Flesh willingly unveiled
Flesh
Look at them
Look at them
They wait at the bus stop
They casually walk down the street
Look at them
Bodies
Flesh willingly out
A veil away
Carrying groceries walking home
Mundane aspects
Bodies inviting
A flowery existence
Hair running back
Dressed of spring autumnns end
The wind is no enemy
Look at them
And all my brain shouts
Is Why God?Why?