Tuesday, January 20, 2009

You are an object of someone else's devotion

I look at your arms and chest intently.
In their direction, that is.
I am admiring your jerseys.

A different one each time I see you.
Hand knitted, patterned, coloured.
Hours and hours of devotion.

You say,
your wife has no interest in your writing.
I think,
she is a talented woman.

1 comment:

Susan Harper said...

I like this poem. Thank you.