Just Desserts Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Skin tight
white dress

ecstatic
with your curves

delighting in how
you can bend
a line

into something a lot more fulsome
the epitome of feminine.

You wear your spaghetti
Bolognaise stain

like a badge of honour
under your left nipple

My right eye
paralysed by it

drawn to it
giving me a crick in my neck.

We eat alfresco.

Enormous clouds
threaten our meal
glower on the horizon.

Your dress
now clinging even tighter
in this sudden downpour

making you appear
naked to the naked eye

more naked
than naked.



You peel it
slowly off
with a laugh

and we make love
in the rain and the mud

forgetting everything
else
but ourselves

enjoying our just
desserts.