Your Clothes Today

You are in front of me in your shirt in your jacket whose velvet ridges – the color of a wheat field – parallel to one another over your broad shoulders kissing travel down to the line of your thighs; covered in linen trousers. – the wheat stalk is a slide for the raindrop – I slip down in a raindrop, on your velvet slide. My heart spills into the drop. With all my heart I fall onto your thighs. The wheat stalks cover my face. Pretending to struggle I rise and joyful I lay my head on your shoulder my tears of joy, clear and sweet, down your velvet slide slip to the open collar of your shirt onto your heart; the heart you freed from the bear's claws and from the garment and armor of steel...