Flickr Photo by TLA8 The last layer frustratesHimMeHe wants to tear it away like wrapping from a presentI want to weld it in place like so much armor The best is saved for lastTranslucent silkPeek-a-boo laceRibbons and gartersDo the contents ever live up to the wrapping? I surf through naked photos of strangersAll the pale flesh, moles, scars, rolls hanging outI respect the boldnessI don’t envy itI shrink from it I think of wet catsAll that power and arroganceFlattenedShrunkenTo gray skin and bone I want to wrap them back upIn a personaGive them back theirHiss and BristleWatch that expressive furRipple and fluff with their moods Do I need to be…