YOUR SKIRT

YOUR SKIRT ON THE LINE

 

Now flapping  like a flag of truce

in the warm breeze, that skirt

was surely the one I slid over

your knees with a tremor in

my hands that night, as I spread

you gently like a boy about to pin

the rarest butterfly, easing her

wings apart.

 

(Julian O’Dea)

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