Wearing You

Your apparel wraps-up my frame today, Apparel not, it’s you circumnavigate My form as if through metamorphosis. The textile you, stir my cells Through pan-frame activities tactile But alsa! The cells respond not to your entreaties They treat you as ‘foreign body’, And deservedly you suffer tissue-rejection. Even my notes encased in your purse Rebel and remind me how Lavishly incalculative I was With them – caused them Part with me to comfort you. I wear you only to tear Dual floral memories dear For those gnaw at my core Adding to my years another score. Textile relic of my siren Hasten the wear and tear then For to Ithaca must I return Burrying all Calypsonian remnants In the aquatic safe of the Lotos-land.