Sweet smelling cedar chests
 where fine sheets are found,
 bed spreads
 where the soft limbs
 of maidens
 can rest provocatively.
 Diaphanous saris
 in joyous colors
 to reveal beauty
 and veil defects
 Sober chitons
 for a stately mien
 Dark cowls
 to temper the soul
 for everlasting contrition

 Naked
 who are you?

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 This poem is written for Maya Mutemwiya
 a novice of Egypt, a weaver of fine cloth who had her own lovely shop in the now defunct Ancient Sites