Like a second skin
In the summer,
Sticking with the sweet sweat,
Of scintillate perspiration.
Wind sweeping,
And cooling the heated epidermis.
Like a layer of life
In the winter,
Languidly lounging amongst layers
Of conflagrant insulation.
Wind lashing,
Yet ably warming the shivering self within.
Like a memory
Foyers gone by,
Melting colors,
Masking the melodramatic mime
Of melancholy materialism.
Time tearing,
Teasing, the twitters, tatters of dorsal terrain.
Like a shielding coat of armor
In the battlefield of fashion,
Proclaiming promise,
Projecting a portraiture of poetry,
Punctuating periods of productive purpose.
Perhaps, peddling provocation for further pondering.
It’s difficult for me to part with my old t-shirts.
There’s too much of me in them.
If I clean out my closet,
Will I lose the memories?
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