Love, has robbed you
of your clothes
except for high high heels
pearls & long elegant gloves.
Love pauses us at this
ridiculous stage
holds us in this
dressed/undressed pose
me almost naked
except for my wristwatch
ticking as madly as a heart
as we fall & laugh
& your pearls become
unstrung & one by one
dance across the linoleum
like an untalented tap dance act
that doesn’t stand a chance at an audition
and you smile & kiss me & whisper:
“Perdition...alas I am
undone, sir! ”
The fading afternoon sun
covers our nakedness
smiles: “Ah, lovers! ”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-very-naked-name-of-love/
