Lifting her arms to soap her hair <br />Her pretty breasts respond – and there <br />The movement of that buoyant pair <br />Is like a spell to make me swear <br />Twenty odd years have turned to air; <br />Now she’s the girl I didn’t dare <br />Approach, ask out, much less declare <br />My love to, mired in young despair. <br /> <br />Childbearing, rows, domestic care – <br />All the prosaic wear and tear <br />That constitute the life we share – <br />Slip from her beautiful and bare <br />Bright body as, made half aware <br />Of my quick, surreptitious stare, <br />She wrings the water from her hair <br />And turning smiles to see me there.<br /><br />Dick Davis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-monorhyme-for-the-shower/
