And just for fun because I can :-)
I scrambled the eggs of my desiredecided that I was allergic to latex
and hung up the corset
on the old manequin,
she sees more action these days
a magnet for moths
and toffs in dress shops,
if I took her out that is.
My milk was curdled
and ringlets rung in dejection
I tightened belts
and thought of cavernous
whale sculptures
and how if the wind is right
you can play tunes
and how they hollow
in the caves of lost despairs
So sailing I shall sally forth
a little loosened at the hinges
letting the side sag
like an old veranda
and smell eucalyptus on handkerchiefs
badly embroidered with flowers
that become unpicked
with each cold.
Oh those scrambled benedictions
a pinch of pepper and a squeeze of lemon
tossed just lightly
savoured with delight
I have hung the cadavers
of my past carnal adventures
on an old manequin
slightly threadbare
and wearing a corset
and matching garter
and a latex glove (blue)
just to symbolise
all her pent up and latent lusts.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2016-01-03 at 19:44
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