I am naked.
Not of clothes-
But of clout.
I am a tangled mess-
Of imperfection and doubt.
I am naked.
Not of creativity-
But of a constant.
I have thoughts,
Of mystery and enchantment.
I am naked.
Not of promiscuity.
But of courage.
I have fears,
Of passion and image.
I am naked.
Not of faith.
But of reason.
I have questions,
Of love and religion.
I am naked.

And I may or may not have been joking about the cloths part.