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