I wander through
the natural geography
of our bedroom
a landscape
inhabited by
a mountain of clothes
(wondrous to behold)
your brilliant
blue dress
the river that
runs through it
as it flows
across the floor
a blue slip
a blue bra
tributaries
flowing into it.
You lie
topless
on an unmade bed
on your belly
kicking your legs
this way & that
blue tights
blue knickers
the last remnants
of clothing adorning
your near nakedness
heels crossing & re-crossing
behind your behind
head held
in the chalice of your hands
nipples engaging
& dis-engaging
with the text
hair made of sunshine
splashing over the illustrations.
You shout
over your shoulder:
“What’s the difference
between
S
T
A
L
A
C
T
I
T
E
S
&
S
T
A
L
A
G
M
I
T
E
S
?
”
I could have told you
I suppose
but
stunned into startled silence
by the gift
of your half-nakedness
I felt
it would be better
if I
should show you.
“Tights..! ”
I tremblingly tell you
removing the last shred
of clothing
that protects you
from my lust
“... come down! ”
And you
wise now
observe
acutely
“And the might
comes up! ”
You smile
coyly...cutely.
The next lesson is
...Love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you chose a uneque and ideal subject to write about.keep it up Mr Dempsy