It's still national poetry month!

So I am posting my favourite poem.

Someone wrote it specifically for me about ten years ago, so I love it to weird little pieces.


I sing the song
of the black carpet purse
of large bellies
and fat cheeks
of thin white arms
and long pointed noses
oh lipless one
I sing of thee!
your alien-like forehead
excites me
makes my heart flutter

Oh David
wear twelve dirty wrinkled shirts for me!
I long to put you both inside
the Furry Purse of Love!
the lining is vinyl
and you will sweat
all over Dean -

Like DH Lawrence
I most desire
what anyone else
with any sense
would throw away.

----W Swan