Cut From The Same
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.