I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Bundled

A formidable heap of different textures
Faux fur, smooth suede, worn cashmere, sweatshop knits
Piled high, slung over chair-back
Burying, an entity of its own
Deep enough to get lost in
Muscular toning, just being dressed.

Vain attempts to avoid being bitten
Stuffing layers and layers between
Ward off frigid fangs of inhospitable climates
Protect the soft, naked, private self
Fleshy and tender, a fragile system
Pliable, malleable, mutable skin.

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