UNASHAMED

She is near, and bids me to look,
but I dare not.

Her skin is radiant, she wears a
modest smile, yet in modesty
I keep my eyes hidden.

The others prove no temptation;
I can hardly bear their presence.

If my treasure could but pass
before me, and let beauty
defeat the darkness

Then the light from her would
shine without enmity, but
in adoration I would look
within, and see its naked origin

Unashamed.

---jrw 10:15pm
4-26-95