I loved you in cotton, taut and strong.
Made from navy denim, to weather any storms.
In gingham, I so loved you, as if we were cotton chess boards.
Useful for playing games, sometimes rather blue.
It was satin that you wore, the day we cuddled close.
In nylon, we melted together on many burning nights.
But then you turned to velvet, crushed my heart, a fabricated grape.
(C) Livvi