scarf wrapped tenderly around
my vulnerable, wind-worn neck
body veiled in lovely earthy tones
moss green and rich leather and brown suede
chosen by me, yet hoping
to be seen by you
i actually like dressing for the weather
worn jeans and the warmth of knit sweaters
does my comfort catch your eye?
or would you rather my boots be thigh-high,
fish nets and flesh bared to the winter air,
absurd and delirious and drunk
without care?

my form fits its function