A BRIEF HISTORY OF NAKEDNESS
FLOWER CONROY
In the beginning was clay
made flesh & tingle, & a tree
akimbo. Rosy kernel buds
& dripping limbs, a glimpse
of petal. A winged breeze,
breath changed into angel,
rustled the greenest green
grass, the bride’s muff,
& the groom’s tuft of chest hair.
This was nakedness’ first gesture:
not the legs, the knees
& elbows of the descending nudes—
but that incarnation betwixt
branches, halo-less, butterfly
turned back into a worm.
The rest is core & stone, leaf, sin
I mean skin & bone.