Take off your Clothes

Take off your clothes
I want to see you naked
your pretty face, your long hair
your insouciant smile
is not enough

I need to see everything
the whole of your beauty
the texture of your skin
the play of light across your shoulder blades
the exact curve of your arse

Take off your clothes
I want to see you naked
I must inspect
your pale, fresh, firm flesh
lithe and long limbed

I need you to be exposed
on display for me
vulnerable and ill at ease
shifting your weight from one leg to the other
inexperienced and pure

Take off your clothes
I want to see you naked
I need to scrutinize the size and shape of your manhood
I need to assess its weight and the way that it lies


No? You refuse?
you sit for the artist who captures you in charcoal
you pose for the photographer who captures you in digital
and yet you will not undress for me
a poet who desires to capture you in verse