An Expected Rendezvous

I’m naked devoid of clothes, devoid of sparkling garments. Yeah! I’m fully naked. And when HE bestows me the garments, grants me new clothes, I know how difficult it is for me to put them on. Yes, to put them in a dignified way. My tendencies put them aside beyond my point of reach and I feel complacent without these clothes and, a great satisfaction greets me, elements of pride clad my face. I would like to be like that, in the same state until my colleague greets me, welcomes me, in ‘his’ closet. I wait and I wait desperately and continually, for the day to arrive. Yea! I feel the knocking, and I hear the knocking. I hear the footsteps… Probably someone arrives… But, I’ll not wear those clothes though they lie here on my bed fluttering, in my vicinity, yet so far, impatiently evoking charms, and here I sit paying no heed to their stimulation. ‘Hey! You there, shh!… shh!… Don’t make any noise, Here arrives someone, to meet me.