Nakedly your nipples
stare at me
seeming to follow me
around the room
(like the eyes of paintings
or icons do)
daring me
to ignore them.
“Hey big boy....over here! ”
Finally I
can hardly
stand it
...any longer...
hungrily devouring them
with eye...lips...teeth & tongue!
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/making-a-clean-breast-of-it-2/
