Inner Beauty Poem by james watkin

1/

This, her light; unfailingly her's
And for uncommonness
What, more in complexions, rosy
Inflames worshipfulness.

Each pore of being unabashed is
Through an indulgent act.
Stripped bare to its godly aspect
Beauty; as naked fact.

2/

If the dress, slim, bears witness
Or more substantial
Hallmarks it, so as to excite
Gasps, preferential

Still hangs it, a leaf, no tighter
On its seasons' bough
Of tastefulness. What blows for whim
Is blowing even now!