Plain, black and listless
Skin tight, standing by
My black suit hangs
Awaiting our next invitation
Perched in the closet
Leathered, zipped, dormant
Without my pulsing flesh
It sleeps
While opportunity draws near
I groom its shiny coat
Close the closet door, ignore it
Worship the long concealed charm
Abrupt arrival of night
He lurches off his pedestal
Possesses black my raw scrubbed skin
Without invitation my sin becomes me
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