Threads of Expression
Unraveling the Tapestry of Style
In a realm where threads intertwine,
A tapestry of garments, so divine,
Clothes, art to wear and adore,
A language, silent, yet speaks much more.
A tailored suit, confident and sleek,
Commands respect, a power to seek.
A flowing dress, ethereal and bright,
Whispers grace in the moon's soft light.
From cozy knits that warm our souls,
To shimmering silks that grace our goals,
Each fabric is chosen, a story it tells,
Of dreams, desires, and secret spells.
Express thyself, in a vibrant hue,
Or shades that fade, revealing the truth.
For clothes are not just a mere disguise,
But windows to souls, where the beauty lies.
So embrace the stitches, woven with care,
Adorn your essence, let fashion declare,
In this world of threads, we'll always find,
The voice of style is forever entwined.
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His Haibun
He does not like poetry; I write it anyway and do not tell him. It's true his face is not a poet's face. It is round and open, youthful; too apt to be compared to the sun. His nose is neat. It is impossible to imagine him smoking a cigarette, terse, full of cheekbones and tension. His warmth burns my fingertips. I am here for his fascinating body, the haphazard freckles I touch one by one; he is here for my eyes, just my eyes. A sunbeam sneaks through the curtains and pierces us both, sizzling the spices of his skin. I inhale and wrap myself in him. He kisses my eyes.
By TheSpinstress6 days ago in Poets
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