Given
A naked body awaits me in the room
In my hands I bring little
Towel, bowl and shaving equipment
There is no need for conversation
There are no chains, gags or ropes to secure and restraint
Time ticks setting the pace of what happens
I plug the machine and it buzzes as I turn on the switch
It is noisy, but that can’t be helped
Hair starts falling down slowly on the body
As my hands take turns removing
All the lumps that stand in its path
Chunk by chunk
It all goes away
The beard follows the same route
Getting swept by the wind of my will
A clean face presents itself
With glowing eyes looking up to me
All the effort in cleaning, styling and grooming
All the pride and identity
Given by that amount of fur and hair
Dropped on the floor
Lost and missed
A kiss is exchanged for the offering given
A first step in this journey
Many steps still left to be taken
The body lies on the table
Water and foam cover it
Waiting for the blade to touch the skin
Waiting to remove all that stands in its path
First on one side, followed by the next
Little by little
All the dirt disappears
The body now presents itself
In its most original way
Pure and innocent
Like it came into the world
The scars of time are there
With nothing left to hide it
But they bear as much meaning
As a drop of soiled water
Diluted in the river
Not able to change the taste
Of the water we drink
Even time seems
to not have passed by it
Waiting for the moment to be taken
This body became
A white canvas in my eyes
To write my words over it
To be shaped by my desire
To gain new form and motion
In the place where it will stand
As my masterpiece for all to see
And this is the gift I take
Wrapped under my arms
That I welcome into my life
