Look in my underwear drawer.
It isn't neat.
Lace thongs tangle with cotton grannies.
Body by Victoria bras range from shiny new
to almost Goodwill.
There's the green crotch-less bikinis he bought
as a present to himself
on my birthday, of course.
Underneath a Spanx, you'll find some stockings
that used to go with that bustier
until I lost the detachable clips,
one by one, in various places,
he and I under the influence
of varying degrees of passion.
He's everywhere in this drawer! I didn't
notice that until now.
It's just as well. I like having him there.
Ohhh! The black slip Grandmother gave me!
It belonged to her, but she had so many
because my aunt kept sending them.
"Don't tell Aunt ****," she whispered,
as if she might be listening from the next room.
Oh, he's back! In a full length nightgown,
in a grayish blue satin. Well, that
sounded weird, like he was the one
wearing it. No, he bought it for me.
Really for me this time.
Haha, lacy black garter pantyhose.
Hello, built in buzzer.
Half of this stuff really has to go.
Or maybe we'll just give each one another go.