FOX AMONG THE FOXGLOVES <br /> <br />white foxglove <br />creeping along <br />the bottom of the wall <br /> <br />love <br />a foreign language <br />she can't understand <br /> <br />love <br />she listens to it <br />but can't speak it <br /> <br />a lozenge of sunlight <br />floats on her bath water <br />just above her pubic hair <br /> <br />the bath <br />with its big claw feet as if <br />it would march off with her <br /> <br />the scum of him <br />floating off her like clouds <br />drifting across the now cold water <br /> <br />she sticks a big toe up the tap <br />to stop that annoying drip <br />her rubber duck smirks <br /> <br />her newly shaved legs <br />a patchwork quilt of toilet paper <br />to stop the bleeding <br /> <br />a lozenge of sunlight <br />rests upon <br />a chaise longue <br /> <br />naked she wears <br />a sun printed <br />white flesh bikini <br /> <br />fox among the foxgloves <br />in a world of its own <br />the naked woman doesn't notice<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fox-among-the-foxgloves/
