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Dick Davis, a fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, has been hailed by the TLS as 'our...
A Monorhyme for the Shower
Lifting her arms to soap her hair
Her pretty breasts respond – and there
The movement of that buoyant pair
Is like a spell to make me swear
Twenty odd years have turned to air;
Now she's the girl I didn't dare
Approach, ask out, much less declare
My love to, mired in young despair.
Childbearing, rows, domestic care –
All the prosaic wear and tear
That constitute the life we share –
Slip from her beautiful and bare
Bright body as, made half aware
Of my quick surreptitious stare,
She wrings the water from her hair
And turning smiles to see me there.
from Belonging (Anvil, 2002), © Dick Davis 2002, used by permission of the author and the publisher
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