Will you notice if I run?

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.