Tantalising twins <br />(one of them…my love) <br /> <br />both as alike <br />as alike can be. <br /> <br />Difficult as hell to tell <br />which elle is elle. <br /> <br />Mischievous sisters <br />often trying to trick me. <br /> <br />One entering... one leaving the room <br /> <br />swop tops <br />adopt each other’s hairstyles <br /> <br />the one telling the other the last thing I’ve said <br />(that only she could possibly have heard) <br /> <br />come back <br />sit on my lap <br /> <br />continue conversation <br />as before. <br /> <br />See how long it takes <br />before I realise <br /> <br />my mistake. <br /> <br />Only way to tell <br />them a(part) <br /> <br />is <br />a <br />kiss. <br /> <br />One has luscious lips <br />but no love. <br /> <br />One has all love <br />& luscious lips. <br /> <br />Can tell in an instant <br />whose lips I’m kissing. <br /> <br />Until once <br />my lovely love <br /> <br />tells me <br />that her <br /> <br />breasts <br />are <br />bigger <br /> <br />than her sisters <br /> <br />not much <br />(but just enough) <br /> <br />to make <br />a difference <br /> <br />to be able to <br />tell the difference. <br /> <br />So, yes...I am <br />staring at your breasts <br /> <br />just to make sure that you are <br /> <br />the you <br />that’s you.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/looking-at-her-breasts/
