Pattern

Wise ones say there is a pattern to love.
We must figure out the one that's right for us.
Let us refuse to go round in circles,
become boxed in by squares
or driven insane with geometric nonsense.
Instead let us grip lines of red, black, yellow
and envy.
You run cross-ways
and I'll run up and down.
We'll pattern our love in a blanket of plaid
and dare the world to hate it.

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An ode to my holiday bra and panty set--it's fabulously plaid.