The cotton fibers
yellowed, dried
filmed with dust
touched by filtered light
glancing downward
catching a stray collar
stroking a sleeve
adding color
tempting touch
tempting a change
attempting to slip inside
feel the aged smooth fabric
thin, light
silk against skin
easier to flip the switch
leave the moment to the dark
dust unmoved
as perhaps it should be
Its Cold Out Here....but Beautiful....
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