In your skin tight
white tee shirt
your left breast
is greatly
distorted by
the packet of fags
shoved down
your cleavage
fascinated by the fags
my eyes are glad
when dying for a fag
you extract the package
& striking
up a conversation with me
talk in smoke
rings
your eyes fastened upon
my eyes fastened upon
the incredible manifest
nipple
that has budded into being
now the fags
are gone
as if the nipple was saying:
“Now, you...look here! ”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/now-you-look-here/
