Not knowing
whether you would stay
(or not)
still you instinctively thrust
a clean pair of knickers
in your bag
as you left
in case of
accidently
Love finding you
out.
And true
to your intuition
Love
finds where
your heart
is hiding
& you stand there
a clean pair of knickers
clasped tightly in your hand.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clean-pair-of-knickers/
