Scottish Wool

You lay honesty out on my sofa
like an infra-red remote control
Precaution turns you over
permitting me to see you whole
and in that treaty of purple and green flesh
metered deep under chalky skin
a pulse rises to the surface as if to breathe
out from your wrists again
Then tending eyes follow and trace
as I examine this gift in full
and salvation lines your sumptuous folds
wearing choral Scottish wool