Poem // Captain of my Wardrobe

I put on your dressing gown
to inhale the sublime scents
white cotton notes, cologne
count time ’til you are home
and I can wear you, on, out,
the captain of my wardrobe
expertly tailoring my dream.

The original version of this poem was written January 9 2010 and in revisiting it I have made extensive rewrites. You’ll see below that I’ve kept the comments people made back then in response. Feel free to add your own or, if you’re one of those people who gave feedback just over a year ago, you can do so again if you like.

The inspiration was and remains obviously romantic and steeped in metaphor. The white cotton dressing gown represents purity of feeling and is presented as an intensely sensual item of clothing, a way of wrapping a lover around yourself when not there in person, the “captain of my wardrobe” being a “tailor” who has the ability to make perfectly fitting love.

I suppose this is both an erotic poem and a love poem. I’m not entirely sure how to distinguish between the two and I don’t think it’s important or necessary to do so.