Tuesday, 01 September 2009

   

 

UNDRESSING 

Stripping off, peeling, shucking -
Getting ready to offer
(With so many half-muttered
Shame-faced excuses) yourself.
How could I refuse you now?
The heat in the room is not
Merely the fire or the drink.
It rises up from my heart.
I love you for making this gift,
Though now it is mine I am
No longer perfectly sure
That I truthfully want it.
And yet how touching they are,
These small unknown details
Which enter the stage one by
One. A mole. A gold chain. A
Nipple. A scar. I number
Them gratefully now, the small
Tokens - now it is over.

 

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