Intimacy

I have been digging through her
underwear drawer.

The place where she hides those
special things meant only for
herself.

Trying things on for size.

Those little intimacys that
show themselves from time to time
unitentionally.

A strap here.
A tummy there,
as she moves.

No.
These are not the bits of clothing
she buys for herself.
But the thoughts and emotions,
dreams and fears
she drapes herself in
when no one is watching.

Parading around the room
going about her business
putting herself together.