Your Velvet

Through the thick velvet lies you cast
Over me, and their softness,
I can sense a hint of hesitation;

You’d rather I not find comfort in them.
But they are so lovely,
And why adorn me

If you didn’t care how I’d wear them?
I am beautiful in your wraps,
They are your love, gentle and hateful,

And proof you do have feelings,
And proof you do have aforethought,
And proof you do have a conscious.

Why else drape over me
Your velvet sanctimony?
It’s not as though you reign over the truth,

I know the fabric and accept it as it is,
An unintentionally perfect gift.
All you have conquered through

Your banal sort of material flattery
Is my heart, because your affection
(Your lies and half truths)

Is unbeknownstly velvet,
And I wear it as a shawl.