FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

if you wish
you may follow my footsteps on the sands of my shore
behind me
figure out what i am
on the dimples of my bottoms
on the size of my arms
on the broadness of my back
on the color of my skin
the way where my hair is blown by the winds
of change
the way i carry my head against the fading light of the afternoon sun
think some more
do not think of me as a piece of lust
and object of your sexual stimulation
think of me as a person on this journey meeting the monsters of doubts along the way
talking to ghosts
expelling bad spirits that want to destroy us
do not be lost in the beauty of my naked body
i do not indulge in the lust of your hours
i have a mission
to do what is right and stop what is wrong
i am naked truth walking in the shores of time
my penis hangs like a bell that tolls for freedom
i am a man searching for truth
against the fading light of the moon
i am not obscene
truth is.