Wearer of the Hide

She was lounging in my kitchen, in her yellow leather jacket When I cautiously unzipped it, and spread apart the placket I pulled the garment down halfway, up until her waist, Exposing jacket’s underside, plush and creamy suede Fashion notwithstanding, the yellow hide belied The character of the wearer, snuggled up inside: Pale and unassuming, she was delicate by nature And the prudent thing to do, was not directly touch her So I gripped the jacket's bottom, atop the leather, smooth Beneath the overhung bodice that I just removed; Her head was bowed, as if contrite Which I took off — in one big bite; Satisfies me, as does bread When I eat such carbs, instead And is the reason that I, Hannah, Am enamored by banana.