Climb

I climb curtain lengths,
maroon velvet soft. Shades
light, no cracks here. Hiding
nakedness from passing flies.

Reaching (always reaching) for the top
as if that were far enough,
long enough, close enough
to bring a smile to your face.

Still, I climb. One foot always
dangerously perched on the edge,
willing my ankle to twist
so that I'll accidentally fall.

by E. M. Soos