one couldn't wear it in the high street
for fear of putting out someone's eye
the one I liked
had twin tea cups
containing bouncy flowers
there was one made of small straw hats
another like a twin-engined plane
had propellers on the front
that rotated rhythmically
in time with the models
graceful prance
along the catwalk
some of them looked too dangerous
to wear, lighting up,
making noises, sharp and brazen
I think I'll stick
to a regulation bra, after all,
concealed, restricted, uplifting.
we swam and sunned
in our birthday suits
I touched your hand
and when the clouds lifted
we ate and walked together
in the cave's silence
we spoke quietly
not disturbing the glow worms
there, through the long afternoon
in the coolness and dark
we were at one
we emptied our souls
of everything: our past,
desire, pain, the dumb lament
please don't say
it all adds up in the end,
I'm sick of that.