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.
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