Dearest Robe,
Look at how you hang
Soft, lacking structure
Without guilt. Made to love.
And be loved in you.
Will you drape my body
In your sweetness?
How many mornings
Will we spend together
Taunting the sun to keep
Moving?
How you blow in the
Breeze when you
Drift near an open
Window, on back
Of door.
A lover bought
You as a gift and you
Have outlasted them.
You who bring with
You a spirit of ease
Grace and solitude.
I want to love in you
Be loved in you. Though
You make alone enough.
I’ve loved robes before
But you are different.
You, made by hand
Made by woman
Made to be gentle
In this world of brick
And mortar. Robe
With your French
Roots, you long loose
Outer garment. Come
And wrap yourself around
These parts. Let’s lounge
While the days turn
To lifetimes and lovers
Stay awhile longer.
Dear Robe, let’s make
Tea and listen to it whistle
In the evening. Let’s
Saunter out to get the mail.
Nothing but you between
Me and the world. Cover
Me in your kindness. My
Flesh an open wound
And you its salve.
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