18.02.16 - Fleece Perspectives
Fleece sleeves running down my arms,
Liquid cloth comfort -
Rippled fabric smooth, soft, safe.
My fingers run races up my skin,
Pressing warmth onto plains hosting shadows.
Jeans scritch-scratch quietly at ankled curves,
Banding bones, fletching ivory.
My quivering heart - upheld by underwires.
Molten skeleton, wading in my flesh,
I breathe in - it expands -
I exhale - delicate collapse smooths shape.
I wear you as a necklace,
Drip-dripping down my neck,
Sinking memories through my painted skin.
As lace. Linking thrills over and over,
Running around and down.
As silk - slipping into a soft secret.
As poison, dangling, sloping,
Sinking - tilting down the cupped throat.
Silent in my mind as my heart beats paces
Up and down the hall of my body.
The glint of light, sifting through windows
Falls on peeping skin, shy and youthful.
Fleece taints the timbre of my eyelids,
Shushing against chilled cheeks
That no one will see.
Faint gold, piecing puzzles on interlocked velvet