An amazing
contortionist
wrapping an arm
impossibly around itself
& scrunched
almost into a ball
your cast off blue blouse
(by the bedroom wall)
still catching my eye
as if to say:
'She's nothing without me! '
I smile
& beg to disagree
'You only come alive
(sh** I'm taking to it now)
when she's in you and
she's even fascinating...when she's...not! '
'Why...without her...you're...nothing! '
'And that's...the naked truth! '
The blue blouse
goes off in a huff
ending up sulking in the laundry basket still claiming:
'I could have been someone! '
I tell it: 'Oh...shut up! '
even refuse to listen
stuff it in the washing machine
& think as it goes 'round
(still complaining)
of your adorable
nakedness
my mind entering in
to that long last fast spin.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-favourite-blue-blouse-of-yours/
