The Bra said…

 

You know I hate the bedroom floor

I want to be cupped to the silky curve of you

Another layer of your skin.

 

I serve you all day and then

You discard me for your husband

For those fresh laundered sheets

For that feather duvet that goes on for miles.

 

I get cold alone on that floor you know

Thrown away for another

I need the heat and softness of you

That smell of your adrenaline and fear and lust.

 

Do not burn me in a feminist frenzy

Keep me close

I will look after you

Care for you

I will keep the patriarchy embedded in your chest

Rising up in your throat.