Wrap around my body like clothing.
Warped weave is gently closing.
Tailored to be snug fitting.
Stretch around me, snuggle in.

Sew me into your fabric.
I'll zip you up tight.
Your silhouette is fantastic.
You fill that dress out just right.

Tease my dangling fringe,
comb it with your fingers.
Oh please allow me to binge you!
Your scent excites me and it lingers.

Stitching a tear with needle and thimble.
Those undulating curves mmm... so damn nimble!
Watching you dance ignites my passion.
Sexy swerves, that's my kind of fashion.

Let me take-in your waist... just a hair.
Caressing your hips till they're threadbare.
Slip out of that silk and under Egyptian cotton.
I wanna wear you out from top to bottom.

Clue: There's little point to either birth or death, some claim.
Solution: Maybe; but I like the bit between, just the same.

Apologies
kpl

A cancer poem.

I sit here and stare at an empty chair

Where you used to be and remember your smile

But you left, passed through that door

where only memories live on, and the tightness builds

I promised I wouldn't be weak, that I'd be strong

Not for myself, but for our family and it's hard

So, I sit here and mourn, for me, quietly, in the dark

And I feel like I've lost my anchor to reality

So I put on a brave face and go through the motions of being human

And no one sees the piece of me that's missing

I'm grateful
to separate from
grating attitudes.
Shred me a plate full
of cheesy platitudes.
Oblige the abolition
of abominable certitude.
Backfill and ditch war
with the entrenched.
No longer flinch before
tossing a wrench
into the unworkable.
Grant myself the fortitude,
to disallow sullen brood,
from seeping in
and souring my mood.

Nice poem .

I appreciate this expression.