Wash away my off-the-rack day
and soap me down
with your cleanly woven self.
Stitch your breathing along the seams of my throat,
then finish straightjacketing my heart;
alter my standard-issue rhythm along your couture lines.
Button up my soul in yours.
Quilt my pattern with your tailored hands and
safety-pin a zipper into my fabric and I will open
freely,
and I will fuse my silk around your love-fur