In the day, it belongs to him
Its soft crispness accentuates
The angles of his masculinity
Its uniformity defines his place in the world,
his belonging
In the night, it belongs to no-one
Discarded quickly when lipstick stains
Begin to grow on the collar
In the morning, it belongs to her
Its size, shape and gentle creases of wear
Veil her femininity
Between the bed and the bathroom
Her perfume will remind him
Until it fades away for good.
While she hides away,
Mascara stains appear on the cuffs
Bidding a goodbye
That lasts long after she's gone
It lasts until the laundry's done
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