I Clothe me in your Beauty [poem]

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I clothe me in your beauty
a woven cloak of ochre made
blood-red inside and brown like earth
whose complex colours never fade

I bathe me in your blitheness
while showers of shifting senseness
wash my wilted soul with widening
waves of laced and lavish gladness

I swathe me in your smileness
a wrapped and swaddled laughter man
whose formerface and mouth had lines
of overripened nowhere plans

We troth we in our truthness
a double ring of silver bands
our fingers bound with promises
a sign upon our joyful hands

© 2011, Alan Morrison

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