Cut From the Same

Enough, to touch the hem of who you are, To discover how you're stitched together, To hold onto the threads which compose you. What makes you? The way you cut and the way you are cut. A material of mine, designed to clothe my frame, I feel the subtle fabric of another like me, On you, I note the same fragile embroidery That I feel across my skin. Now, richly robed, I keep you around me And will wear you eternally.