I wrap myself in warm black velvet,
the memory of your touch.
Skin scented with you.
All free thought is gone.
Only the memory of you.
Dressed in only the velvet I walk.
Long dark streets,
wet with fallen rain.
Moon my guard.
bare feet whisper over the pavement.
No make up, no mask.
Just me and the velvet of your remembered touch.
A cloak borrowed and savored touch.
I am beautiful like this.
Bold and searching you.
to be with you.
Take this night and damn the day.
turning learned streets.
Some watch,
others smile,
they know this silent search,
having done it themselves before.
white skin,
cool wind.
And your door.
Ring the bell and there you are.
Arms drop the velvet wrapped around me.
And I am covered by your arms.
Only then I smile.
