Naked.

   I have this to say
   about the unclothing of the clothed:
   becoming naked is a turnabout
   of what is ordered and decreed:
   we are told to hide the flesh,
   to hitch it to a stitch
   or hem: lacking belt, buttons,
   trousers and cap the luminous
   layer of skin would increase
   in splendido and coruscation
   and be itself a vestment
   and a peak of voluptuousness
   and the elephantine seeds
   of desire would grow up round
   like vines of flame and
   the coiled daysprings about
   the heart would spin from the
   rib cage and be imperial and unappeased
   aroused beyond the shipwreck's flat clarion bells.