Locked

You’re my suitcase,
I’m your sock;
Close you up
And lock the lock.

Open it
Midnight only;
Pull me on,
Out from lonely.

Wiggle toes,
Wear me through;
Such a hole
I’d have from you.

Darn me then
(Darn, not damn!)
Back in suitcase,
‘Gentle slam.

You’re my suitcase,
I’m your sock;
Close you up
And lock the lock!

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