I wear your words,
fresh from the laundry of lusting
They fit just right
No matter the shift
of later life pounds
That present themselves
without advance notice
I slip you over my head
Letting you fall all about my shape
Skipping and skimming over
my worn from winter body
Your touch fits like a glove
I roll the silk of your stocking smile
The length of my leg
You make me prettier
than i could ever be
Alone
With the accessories of your truth
Your trust...
I braid belts of fine leather
To lash around my waist
Reach for a colorful scarf of serenity
To strewn about my shoulders
Adding hues of deliberate defiance
To the fading gray of compliance
I toss on a coat of thick fabric YOU
Know I shall not be chilled today
By the friction of forecast
I wear you, your sweetness, your sensibility
Your logical patterned prints
As my latest collection
From my favorite designer
The poem is so unique in its imagery and expression.Thank you for sharing.
Sensual... capturing a moment... I really like the attitude! : -)
Beautiful attire you wore, making you filled with joy and satisfaction, Your happiness was at galore.
A robe perfectly knitted to the shape Skipping and skimming over the logical patterns preferred To wear without advance notice - I like it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perfect wear suits your sweetness and sensibility