Alas, all my bedecking was in vain,
the smoothened skin, the silken robes
fragrant flowers entwining my glorious tress
fine jewels adorning my arms, neck and toes;
all my precious attention wasted in garnering
what I thought needful for our union.

When suddenly it dawned, the ultimate truth
the extent of my arrant illusion,
for what’s the use of all that comes between 
masking every chance of a perflect blend,
rather it’s only when I’m no more ashamed
of my sheer stark nakedness
and can freely flaunt afore Thee
that there’s a chance and liklihood
of a full contact, an osmosis of eternal tract!


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