The Affection Belt

Familiarity breeds affection, too.

Old Black Belt


I bought a belt
 when I was twenty-three

  Just plain and black
   and not too much to see

    And yet that belt
     as strange as it might sound

      Is like a friend
       who's followed me around

       Contempt comes from
      Familiarity?

      I'd rather say
     Affection, ratherly

    And so this belt
   For which I've no defense

 I love in ways
That make no earthly sense