We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage / And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die, / We Poets of the proud old lineage / Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why ... (James Elroy Flecker)
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7.3.24

Love Letter to a Favourite Companion














Wrap yourself around me

in a warm and tender embrace!

Enclose me, enfold me, 

keep the cold world out!


Not only protective,

you’re also good-looking. 

I love your shape, your colour

(not insipidly pale like me).


When you’re with me,

cuddling close, I feel 

more beautiful myself.

I walk more proudly.


It’s been a long and faithful,

happy partnership. True,

I’ve sometimes flirted with others,

but none had your depth or breadth.


You’re different from them all. 

You’re more complete. Solid,

not frivolous. And you stroke my skin

delightfully, but you never tickle.

 

We’re both ageing now.

I only hope that you will be 

the one to outlast me, and stay

to hug me gently at the end.



Photo: Mirror selfie of me wearing my beloved ruana wrap.


Written for Friday Writings #117: Sensual Clothing at Poets and Storytellers United.