Fabrics can be friends
The ones sewn into flattering forms
Wrapping my flesh in a cuddle, puddles of frills warming my skin
That Tee for example - I swear what I say is true
Conforms to my heart dousing those flutters and jitters in a secure swaddle
Almost making me feel like a newborn receiving skin to skin from the mother.
The color it bled takes an ombré effect, adding to its coze
Much like a parent’s warm smile.
The weft and warp softened to accommodate my rough edges
Sanding them.
I feel polished like a pebble in the way of a stream, in the garb of that Tee - like a bestie’s assuring smile, accompanied by a tight hug.
Sometimes the seams of that fabric blur and I see your skin
Where the Tee had been.
And you swaddle, cuddle and secure me in that embrace.
You could be my old, comfy tee - my old comfy tee could be you.
What amalgam of being loved!
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