#nylon
The Secret of Her Clothes
by Michael R. Burch
The secret of her clothes
is that they whisper a little mysteriously
of things unseen
in the language of nylon and cotton,
so that when she walks
to her amorous drawers
to rummage among the embroidered hearts
and rumors of pastel slips
for a white wisp of Victorian lace,
the delicate rustle of fabric on fabric,
the slightest whisper of telltale static,
electrifies me.
Published by Erosha, Velvet Avalanche (Anthology) and Poetry Life & Times
Keywords/Tags: clothes, lingerie, nylon, cotton, amorous, drawers, slips, lace, static, electricity, mystery, mysterious
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 5:16 AM UTC
Faded like a photograph
Don't want you looking at me.
I don't want to die young
Ignore my pleading
Repeat it enough times
Maybe death will pass me.
Stretched thin like nylon
Something that you see as pretty.
No blanket of security
A fog that fills my vision.
Disappear into obscurity
Waiting for recognition.
Rubbed raw by a cat's claw
Watch me as I keep bleeding.
Want someone to rely on
But you keep on evading.
Stare at me, but looked beyond
Feel myself degrading.
Pulled apart like red yarn
Fragments of me missing.
Reached out to caress you
But saw your body was gone,
Tired of this pursuit
Decided to withdraw.
Feelings like a jigsaw
Don't know if I can keep going.
© Sofia Villagrana 2020
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 11:08 AM UTC