On Undressing

this button wants
free of its placket,

will slip the leash
at the first inkling it can

these cobwebs whisper
what’s beneath

donned lightly
the sooner to slide off again

lines imprinted in skin
traced with a finger

this clasp wants
unmoored from its hook

one strap slinks lower
and lingers

silk pooling darkly
in the crook

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