LEATHER AND LACE
as a teen I had pants
of pleather
stiff creaking and
humidly hot but made
in the loveliest shading of
blue
they're long gone
now gladly
half a lifetime ago
but tonight when I run my
fingertips
up my thighs
I imagine them clad within leather
like liquid
cascadingly soft
except I can't help but
crave
instead soft webbings
of lace dancing
across scattered freckles
but no
no better yet just
wrap me
in satins and silks
but ever so loosely
draping
and with one whispered word
from your lips
just a breath
they will
fall