i am thinking
what a wonderful job it would be to be
the choreographer for your undies
to design show tunes that have your
bra and panties rolling and twirling
making them dance through
the mid-life glamour of
show me some fun tunes
you say, elbow
i say, i miss you
you say, tomato
i say, lets go
the elastic would go limp
and slip and slide over your hips
in a playful give and take
pretense to the bedroom
they would dance along your thighs
in sultry design
on weekends
i would have them fold and cramp
together in a suitcase
that would be on the way to here
here and maybe never coming out
listening to giggles and sighs in the dark
often i think about your undies moving
in and out of intimate scenarios
but it is you who fill the image