Did they know
That the tights she wore had
Snagged a little at the top of her thigh?
Luckily covered by her dress-
She knew because she felt the fabric
Whisper against her bare skin,
Stroke across the dappled holes
With each slight movement she made.
She sat in the toilet
And peeled off the tights
Because she didn’t want him to see;
Her legs looked pretty good anyway;
Earlier she’d shaved and after
Rubbed in cream almost right to the top-
Just in case- so what did it matter if
That little, green, unexplained bruise
To the left of her knee wasn’t hidden?
There’d be no barrier to touch her if he wished
And feel her skin, baby soft.
~S L. James