You made a chain-mail dress
out of cut-out Coca-Cola cans.
Perfectly...painstakingly crafted.
On a hanger your dress
rattled angrily in the breeze
as the wind blustered in the window
throwing your preliminary drawings around.
Every gesture
became musical.
A yawn tinkled.
A kiss clanked.
Stroking me or
stroking the cat
each had its own
musical motif.
Your chain-mail dress
sprung forth a nipple
and then – hid it.
Flashed your sex
and then – forbid it.
As a male
I was quite intrigued by it.
I was a knight in distress.
You were a lady in shining armour.
As if I had been sleeping
to your beauty
...you kissed me awake.
You smirked:
“ Listen bud, Princess to Prince like,
I’ll show you where the chink in my armour is! ”
You divested yourself of your dress.
It clattered to the floor
glittering...coiling
like a silver shining serpent.
You breathed
upon my lips
(kisses tasting of expensive wine and cheap cigarettes)
“Kiss me...my love.
Discover me anew!
And I will show you
a thing or two.”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fashion-statement/
