White Bra & Panties Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Dressed only
in sunburn

you lie there
& groan

(an impaled butterfly)

the white lines
of your bra & panties

branded upon
your nakedness

moaning to the moon

all the beautiful
stars

unable to comfort
you

your sun-drenched agony
like a universe

expanding ever
outward into space

the sun
once so

longed for

now
like a lover

you don’t want
to know no more

as peeping over
the sea’s horizon

he comes knocking
on your not another
morning door.

“Go away...! ” you yell
tell him: “I don’t love you
anymore! ”

“Oh pleaseeeeee...babeeeeee... pleaseeee! ”
the sun wheedles & begs

reaching long burning fingers
through the blind’s slats

as if he were Freddie
& you a dream

in the horror movie
of your self.

But for all the following week
(you a vampire now)
only venturing out at night

(allergic to sunlight)

ashamed of yourself
for giving yourself

to him
so totally.


“Yes I am

(a self confessed)

sun slut

but he
burnt me up

greedy for the touch
of my skin! ”

A foolish holiday romance
looking stupid in the bright light of commonsense.

Even 6 weeks.. after
later...you still wear

your panties & bra

made of strangely white
naked flesh

(branded
like a sheep)

and wincing at
the holiday snaps

of this memento
of your self


*******
.
SEE? THE SUN REALLY FANCIES ME!

The sun
peels off my skin

layer by layer

until it’s down
to the bare
necessities

oh my epidermis!

“Ah...who’s been a silly boy then? ”

Blushing
a deep lobster red

I wince &
cry to grin.

“Guess it’s
me then? ”