The Blue Caftan

Aged shaking hands carefully caressing and stitching elongated threads far reaching its goal. Swimming in soft delicate fabrics freezing in time like an Arabesque painting. Carrying emotion filled stories from their hands into the fabric where they stay forever until the never again. Subtle wrinkles, sun touched, and wearing down making it perfectly and imperfectly human. Flawed but never ugly, sensually treated and spoken to. Hung up for display to be seen, negotiated, and bought in front of everyone. Sold to be worn once or twice if lucky granting the wearer life, promise, and death. You are the blue caftan