A return from a trip of forever abroad, a gift to be stitched and stuck on is perfect so separation is no more.
Your memory embedded in my everyday material, I wear you so proudly.
Sentiment increased,
a cease to cover compassion,
you are my fashion.
Wondering where to place my emblems,
it is not to decide where you fit, but what is suiting enough for you,
who deserves nothing but a perfect plane,
a passion filled ground to root within,
necessary so growth continues.
The placement is permanent, and although solids will never spread, the outward expression of happiness reaches me even from my closet, and soon you too, whenever witness to the draping of my uniform, utilized as an extension of our immense connection, over my shoulders.
You still are wrapped around my arms.
You still call me with the small clinking of metal to take you with me.
I'm obliged, and over my body you go: we can see the sights together, or hide from the horrendous, hearing every soft spoken haze of the hated, for that is somehow a beloved hobby of ours.
No other alternative for anatomy do I wish to apply on top of mine,
and you granted me with the most beautiful of signs,
designed to subliminally secure your presence,
so I may state the origin with no hesitance.
No matter if the day's end requires an undress,
I never have to leave you at the door, saying goodbye,
I'm able to awake from the night, grab you as my attire again
for more moments of,
"Yes, those pins and patches are from my girlfriend."