They accused him of being
Closeted
They don’t know he wears
Nothing

Underneath she shivers
Waiting
To be fitted
Knowing
She’s like the silk
Handkerchief

The pocket companion
Faintly
Beating her heart

Tasting
Remnants of avocado
Toast
Cigar smoke
Unmade beds

Saliva
and
Tailor Made Lust