Naked Clothes - Part five

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Begin the Jive
to Dance Alive
and Dip then Dive
But Always Survive
– Take Five

So, how then

does this entry even exist?

by clothes?

by authors?

or invisible wrists?

All three are true,

we work together,

to write,

for you,

this poetic letter

A velvet jacket

and a restless pen,

set about

their nightly routine

again

Struggle, you may,

to think this unfalse.

but, friend,

we wish you

to join our waltz

The whole house alive

and dancing well –

everything

has spirit,

that’s easy to tell!

For wherever humans

care to live, and dwell;

angels of heaven,

and demons

of hell

Spiritual beings,

and ghostly spells,

and naked clothes

all follow

as well.

So when you wake

in the light of dawn

and take you

a glance of

clothes forlorn

Remember,

in the night

they weren’t alone;

they moved about

all over your home!

Think what did they do,

my unpeopled clothes?

was this dress

up all night

striking a pose?

Think did my jumper

waltz or flamenco?

think did my shirt

get torn

by the tango?

Think what you like

but do think

that we danced

beneath the night

and the moonlight’s glance

Think of

the clothes

that dance away –

us naked clothes

in the dark of day.