(Inspired by a poster showing Madonna in a white Fifties retro bathing costume)

When you reveal yourself
you are the sun
And as you shine,
deepen the night’s alluring bosom,
peel off all grime, fatigue,
exasperation.

Your costume top, your covered breasts
the loftiest mountains,
Your upper breasts and shoulders, deepest skies
Through and beyond the air.

As you tone up, you love,
as you prepare for love
make true generic drama;
And with your liberating power
plumbs all suppression’s layers
to free life’s fountain.

So long I held my silence
with bated heart, so long unknowing
poised for your cue –

At last to speak.

Madonna, undress my dreams!
And guide their light
to flood my waking life;

Make me know all –
your every robe an element
in total chemistry.

Let’s make our every thrust a pile
for architectural truth.

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