Clothes — Summary

Joshua KlinkRomantic

Unclothe me and put me to the side Where passion is rooted deep within you A place where restraint cannot be the guide Of all naked ideas and acts we do

Unclothe me and name me with the power Obey my passionate delicacy For a moment where assurance leaves her To allow a nervous ecstasy

Unclothe me and part me from the side Where secret does not bloom with awe A feeling that runs like a river's tide Cannot be found behind just a door

O, clothe me and part me from her fashion For I am restricted from sure passion

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The speaker keeps repeating a bold request: "Unclothe me." It sounds like an invitation to physical intimacy, but the poem is also about being exposed. The speaker wants to be taken to a place of deep passion, where restraint no longer rules, and where a nervous ecstasy can break through. At the same time, there is hesitation. Words like "nervous" and the moment when "assurance leaves her" suggest someone who is thrilled and unsure at once.

The final couplet turns everything around. Now the speaker says "clothe me" and asks to be parted from "her fashion," because feeling restricted keeps real passion out of reach. The poem seems to end in conflict, wanting freedom and closeness but also wanting protection. The mood is breathless, intimate, and a little anxious, like someone building up courage and then pulling back at the last moment. The steady rhyme gives it a controlled shape that quietly mirrors that tension.

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