Quilting

It starts with a quivering lip threads a touch from patches to little swatches of fabric from various phases various places of us the first shirt you gave me off your very back was gray with a cartoon face the hat from your kinky head black and I use a piece of that the jeans that romanticized everything on that patch you asked me to be your destiny and on this very cloth relic of the day we lost emotional innocence the day we became familiar it is peculiar we made love but never had sex without emancipating clothing we made love like a quilt and it was my first strawberry passion.