Softened Fabric

Lace edges fall off winter white shoulders.
The delicate curve of a collarbone
exposed, entices lips to grace the flesh
with kisses and the rough lick of tongue.

Fragile tatting, worn from a honeymoon
long past now when passion threatened to tear
pieces from each, is soaked in salty sweat,
sticking their bodies together with sex.

Ribbon unravels from the gown’s neckline,
buttons hang loose, opened by fumbling,
fabric pushed aside again and again,
this love, once kindled, grows beyond the years.

When night’s comfort eludes, touch this softened
fabric of love’s reminder-hold it close.