Attire Poem by Susan Lacovara

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