Melanie (mellania) wrote in pervaciousness,
Melanie
mellania
pervaciousness

06/13/03

Garment



I am slipping farther,
aware of my slow burial
into this paled gown,
of unforgiving cotton..

Deteriorated, frayed..
what remnant of shimmering satin
threads..
I feel them snap
as though they were my bones..
an outline for the structure
of my dying self..

Do you miss the time?
How quickly it passed
between the desperate act
of rabid consumption,
and the treasured
glorification..
The crawling adoration
of the feast..

Nearly painful..
essential nourishment
concentrated hesitant contact
and stifled, pressed for oxygen..
So tightly bound,
I cloaked my nakedness...
My trembling plea,
a broken cry behind
the heavy trappings
of simple fear..

But that love were made in
couplets,
I could bear the hope
for salvation
in a shared,
higher power..
So temporary is the flesh..
So weak when woven
into life..
I have become worn
and faded by the elements..

If love is made
as silk,
and spun in strands
of tiny fibers,
are my wants
merely a garment..
that I wear upon me,
so that they might catch
the light within your eyes?

If your dreams reflect
upon you,
and I have served as
a distraction..
I would rip myself apart
so that you
could be divine.

M.Nowlin
06/13/03
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