lingerie shop

The lingerie shop, beckoned me
to go inside
to go see,
scraps of cloth, colored bright
things to wear
late at night,
yellow, black, red and white
some fit loose
some quite tight,

Why are these pieces, of cloth, so sexual
things barely covered
the potential,
a small triangle, with straps so brief
hands on your breasts
with this fig leaf,
the image I have, of how you might pose
pretentious of me
I suppose,

I trade ten dollars, for fantasy
mail it off
with note from me,
‘hey’ I say ‘from a friend with a grin’
‘perhaps, someday
we can cross paths, again,’
I smile at the thought,, this cloth, nothing more
our inhibitions
spread ‘cross the floor,