Stocking

I would love…
To be that neglected stocking of yours,
Collecting dust for no reason.
Right there. In the corner of your bedroom
Which could be the loveliest prison
To me:
The forgotten black nylon stocking,
Once blessed by a certainty of chance
To envelop your flawless foot
Straight up to the hip…
Alas, I am not even a word
Ever uttered by your lips.

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