Example: Material Comfort

Your body's silk
enveloped
the fiery frigidity
of mine,
and nestled
into crevices
so long
barren of your touch.

Your tongue's velvet
lapped
my languid inner ear
of deafness,
and reawakened
noiseless sounds,
so muted,
so unhearing
for so long.

Your eyes' gossamer
slid
through the shrunken sockets
of my own,
and wrapped around
the power points
of my tired,
turned-off brain.

Your fingers' cashmere
warmed
the eager stiffness
of my rusted joints,
and olive-oiled
the cogs of movement
so long not sensed
in motion.

Your voice's satin
soothed
the soft-harsh message
of tender torment,
laid weightlessly
across the wounds
of open heart,
now closing tearfully
in luxurious comfort.