Your most prized dress <br />must confess <br /> <br />that it <br />cannot <br /> <br />remember <br /> <br />the swell of your breast <br /> <br />the rise & fall of your breathing. <br /> <br />Clothes have no memory. <br /> <br />It is Winter now and your summer <br />frock has totally forgot <br /> <br />the sheer sunny shockingness of being <br />(underneath it all) <br /> <br />absolutely knickerless. <br /> <br />Kisses like butterflies <br />alight high (high) <br />on your inner thigh (thigh) ! <br /> <br />Clothes have no memory. <br /> <br />Your bra <br />unhooked & unhinged <br /> <br />cannot really recall <br /> <br />the thrill of it all <br /> <br />as my hands caresss <br /> <br />create your breasts. <br /> <br />Clothes have no memory. <br /> <br />Clothes have no memory <br />...but I do.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clothes-have-no-memories-for-doreen/
