Poetry About Lingerie

In silk folded inside a cedar drawer, lingerie finds a visible shape. Lace catching the dressing-room light carries what ordinary speech leaves unfinished. Between a strap adjusted before the mirror and a gift wrapped without a card, the heart learns to listen. Intimacy begins with ownership of one’s own body and comfort, though the day rarely says so aloud. By night, fabric chosen for the wearer alone becomes a promise rather than an ending.

Lace catching the dressing-room light enters the poem first. Lingerie follows, neither symbol nor explanation, but weather. A gift wrapped without a card keeps the difficult measure. We stand near silk folded inside a cedar drawer and let certainty loosen. Intimacy begins with ownership of one’s own body and comfort. Fabric chosen for the wearer alone remains after the room grows quiet.

Someone remembers a strap adjusted before the mirror. Someone else names silk folded inside a cedar drawer and means an entire life. Lingerie moves between them with patient hands. Lace catching the dressing-room light refuses to become only background. Intimacy begins with ownership of one’s own body and comfort. At last, fabric chosen for the wearer alone gives the silence somewhere to rest.