Music slow in the backround. My sewing needle going up and down. Seams & notions. Soft fabric like lotion. Oh you didn’t know, I’m a part time poet. Potent colors appealing to those that admire, almost like a potion. Fluid in motion and they watch your every move. Quoting the words said. Glare in my eyes, smoke in my lungs, I’ve grown numb to the fury. I see things clear, no fog or blur. The rain clouded my judgement, sun’s beams almost disabled the sight. My tempo is the same of the song playing. Your back ‘round, with a spin of music in the background. You notion, as I take apart your seams, no fabrication. You feel me with body lotion ease. As we go up and down.