Heavenly bodies

is there anything 
more like liberty 
than nudity? 
to feel yourself 
is to love yourself 
to free yourself
is to be yourself
with all your rolling hills
and rolled up bills
and grassy knolls
and knobby coals
and ashy plains
I go insane 
for perfect beings
That I'm seeing
kiss their scars 
and tune their flesh
like bass guitars
brush against canvas
strokes that decide
where beauty resides
imperfect souls who
embrace their pain
I feel so sane
around content sighs
and smiles do align 
with a crooked line of 
heavenly 
bodies