I pick out each word
Holding it at arms length,
Weaving each into a
Satin cloth cut
To fit only your body,
Lovingly wrapped,
Little more than air
Sighing against
Your bare skin,
Fitted to each
Beloved curve
Hill and hollow
Watching beauty emerge
As muse and material meld
And you, my model,
Inspiration,
Pose in my poetry
Draped like
A gossamer gown,
Which fits only you.
Donovan Baldwin
