A Wearable Song—by John Tortora

Male songbirds
Improvise melodies
Enchanting hot honey girlbirds
“I’m, the one that you want”

And so we sing
A song of wearing.
A pre-emptive triumph
Of fertility and virility.

A call of visual lust and love
Sublime notes of folded cloth. 
An orchestral sculpture in motion.
Exposing our silent dream.

(jt)