I am undressing myself tonight
And I sigh with half-smile laden lips,
Well… this isn’t quite how I imagined it.
Bent over, caressing my laces
With my legs straight,
A ballerina’s grace
I think to myself
Pressing the kettle on with neglected finger
Tips. Disappointed but alive
Wrestling my t-shirt over my head
As I stride,
Grateful for any emotion while
Massaging my legs with cocoa-butter lotion.
My tea is ready!
ENTER:
Sugar a-plenty.
You’d see it as a sign of weakness
But you’re not here and
My tongue has the all clear to indulge in
Sublimely. Stoic. Sweetness.
If that’s touchÈ then I’m too
Blown to know.
Bra unfastened and thrown to chair
Its regular position, it is at home there
Except tonight it took my breasts with it.
If I can laugh that off with my mug of tea
You’ll never know what you’ve done to me.