Enamoured(both)
with her new tights
their silky shiny sheer denier
their absolute blackness.
But mostly
the intricacy of their design.
The whole world
clinging to her legs.
Here Europe
twisting itself like a serpent
around her well formed
calf.
There Australia
crawling around
her other.
Here Asia
circumnavigating a thigh.
There China
exotically the other.
And here
the dark continent
disappearing under
her hem
And there:
“Ah...my America...my New Found Land! ”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-s-donne-is-donne/
