I put you on a shelf
somewhere in my mind
so I can wear you
like a dress
from time to time
the closeness of my skin
the perfume
awakens the beast
brings memories
dreams and fantasies
your head gets drunk
but being skin near is not
enough
my dress
falls down like
red wine
the touch of your
presence
makes me go wild
you rest somewhere
between my chest
and the palm of my hand
caresses your arm
if I put you back
on the shelf
I will miss
wearing you around
yet your fragrance
got soaked in
my skin breathes
with your perfume
where red wine
use to flow
© Iva Beranek (Dublin, 14th July 2016)
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