I was made to encase you
from toe,
over thigh.
I want you to touch me,
and let out a sigh.
I long for you
to feel warm
in my grip.
I’ll be soft at your belly,
taut on your hip.
I’ll be sheer,
spangly,
silky.
I’ll enhance.
and I’ll flatter.
But you keep me in darkness,
like I no longer matter.
Sometimes you pause,
hold me up to the light.
Caress me so gently.
But something’s not right.
It’s working from home
that’s led to this mess.
I don’t even know
when you last wore a dress.