I want to preserve your radiance and savor your intricate weave, and colours: That I may run my fingers softly over your pattern. That I may lie nude upon your length. That I may cover myself in your grain.
I want to caress your tasseled ends and smell the subtle remains of those that have used you, coveted you, worn you bare in spots.
I want to lay you on an altar and place sacred things around you: To light candles and see you by the warmth of firelight. To gaze at you through the smoke of negro-copal incense. To let my scent permeate you.
I want to keep you in my secret place.
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All pieces are newly crafted and posted shortly after in adherence to the rules of the challenge. All the photos are mine unless otherwise stated.
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Entry for Day 71 of 100 Days of Poetry Challenge by @d-pend.
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