An amazing <br />contortionist <br /> <br />wrapping an arm <br />impossibly around itself <br /> <br />& scrunched <br />almost into a ball <br /> <br />your cast off blue blouse <br />(by the bedroom wall) <br />still catching my eye <br /> <br />as if to say: <br />'She's nothing without me! ' <br /> <br />I smile <br />& beg to disagree <br /> <br />'You only come alive <br />(sh** I'm taking to it now) <br />when she's in you and <br />she's even fascinating...when she's...not! ' <br /> <br />'Why...without her...you're...nothing! ' <br /> <br />'And that's...the naked truth! ' <br /> <br />The blue blouse <br />goes off in a huff <br /> <br />ending up sulking in the laundry basket still claiming: <br />'I could have been someone! ' <br /> <br />I tell it: 'Oh...shut up! ' <br />even refuse to listen <br /> <br />stuff it in the washing machine <br /> <br />& think as it goes 'round <br />(still complaining) <br /> <br />of your adorable <br />nakedness <br /> <br />my mind entering in <br />to that long last fast spin.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-favourite-blue-blouse-of-yours/
