A box of raggy abandonment
Basted into a fabric of adornment
Sewn together with yarns of love
Hemmed in with careful eyes like a dove’s
A needlework fending off rejection
Worked into a patchwork of recreation
Stitched together with affection
Embroidered for another with devotion
A collection of many tatters
Made into a regalia of purple fibre
Swathes the figure of one so flush, so tender
It soaks in her scent of lavender
