Sunday, 06 May 2007

an ode to my bath-robe

so tenderly does his soft toweling embrace me
his ruggedness to me being smooth
hastily i claimed him on my winter shopping spree
his warm hugs now hard to remove

call me mad, call me joseph, for being so silly
loving a robe is new for me too
it's safer than girls- he will not leave me will he?
it's safety from cold. just us two.

1 comment:

Justine Elizabeth Swingewood said...

not to be a pessimist but what are you going to do when you gown i mean robe gets a bit thread bear? hmmm