How odd, at least for me, this certitude
That women should be shamed of nakedness
When nature, in its goodness, sought to bless
Through female charm the beauties of the nude.
And yes, I know that perverts will allude
To nubile treasures hid beneath a dress
In terms that, for a woman, give distress
Thus making all this interest seem so crude.
But what of men, who photograph and gain,
Through profligation, lucre from her skin?
On them, perhaps, we should confer disdain
And free these women, naked, from chagrin.
So this I say to beauty, walk unclothed!
I promise, thick or thin, you won't be loathed.

12/04/2009

Author's Note: I just found this sonnet, buried deep in my postings at another site. What the hell, huh?

Posted on 12/05/2009
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