You made a chain-mail dress <br />out of cut-out Coca-Cola cans. <br />Perfectly...painstakingly crafted. <br />On a hanger your dress <br />rattled angrily in the breeze <br /> <br />as the wind blustered in the window <br />throwing your preliminary drawings around. <br />Every gesture <br />became musical. <br />A yawn tinkled. <br />A kiss clanked. <br /> <br />Stroking me or <br />stroking the cat <br />each had its own <br />musical motif. <br />Your chain-mail dress <br />sprung forth a nipple <br /> <br />and then – hid it. <br />Flashed your sex <br />and then – forbid it. <br />As a male <br />I was quite intrigued by it. <br />I was a knight in distress. <br /> <br />You were a lady in shining armour. <br />As if I had been sleeping <br />to your beauty <br />...you kissed me awake. <br />You smirked: <br /> <br />“ Listen bud, Princess to Prince like, <br />I’ll show you where the chink in my armour is! ” <br />You divested yourself of your dress. <br />It clattered to the floor <br />glittering...coiling <br /> <br />like a silver shining serpent. <br />You breathed <br />upon my lips <br />(kisses tasting of expensive wine and cheap cigarettes) <br />“Kiss me...my love. <br />Discover me anew! <br />And I will show you <br />a thing or two.”<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fashion-statement/
