the nude

let a nude in the morning

refract the light through a curtain

before my breakfast has cooled

and i count my first coffee spoon
a body will eclipse the room
 in color tones and spatial rhyming

the folds of flesh in celebration

skin the aguish plot and setting

an archetypal myth in dreaming

to dream a dream a gift so pure

the body the palace of the soul

fingers and hands melodious

backs and slides curvaceous

what a wonderful extraction

to hang like a man

or to cavern softly round

a woman’s frond of monsy

lips and stretching hips

oh please no distractions yet
do not repulse the delicate
no complaints of puerile stimulation

just reflect upon it for a minute

no red robes or eye-wise amulets

one more moment ‘fore the veil is fitted

only air needs now to adorn

what gold chain cannot improve upon

leave it alone and just respond

let the body sing its praise

to God the father mother made

let the breast and chest

and knee and spine

reflect the joy of all mankind

oh how reprimanded the body seems

when beauty rendered as obscene