What shall you strip from me my lover?
Ego? Modesty? Tradition,
or the tarnish that dulls the glow,
varnish, gummed and slowly cracking?
I will strip you of metal teeth
and cotton restraint,
the thick paste you mix and measure
smooth on as barrier, filter,
filling cracks that stumble.
Soak me in your cloth,
wash from me these colors of vanity
wash from me this dim film of denial
hold me still
under the dark green canopy.