Love as raiment

Part of something i've been working on. Not sure what it is exactly or where it is going.

They were sky-clad and unashamed.    

He was the shawl about the shoulders when they chanted at the hours.  

He was the shining wedding  raiment.

He was  the translucent baptismal gown.  

He was the blanket they made love under.

The End

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