there was never lace
or black ruffles
soft chiffon
see through,
bows
or peek-a-boo.
underwear,
worn white,
was kept from
sight.
your jockey briefs
covered butt cheeks
briefly before
buttons and zippers
zipped
up tight.
scalloped seams
now beam
unseemly,
and now you wear
red to bed.
your crumpled
undergarments garnish
glaring garnet,
sex panties
peek promiscuous
from your suitcase
next
to your toothbrush
and pink blush.
and I've listened
too much
to your hushes
and whispers;
secrets with
misters
and now
I am missing
my good night
kisser.
please
come back to
your old,
white
underwear.
