Between the Lines

Sample piece from Between the Lines

I've stopped writing sexy poems
my inspiration has turned to
war, motherhood, wife.
I've forgotten to undress, a staple of myself.
Now I write sensible knicker poems
big and long and covering everything.
There is no fringe of lace
no hint of furtive longing
no whisper of lust between the lines.
I look at fit verse and think
that should be me
but I've lost the art of seduction
I'm naked now, baring all
my imperfections
rippling white pillows of skin
hairy legs and armpits and chins
a stretch-marked zebra
cantering through the Serengeti
flashing my rump at disinterested herbivores
knowing there is no chase in them
yet hoping, they'll see something in me
I can't find in myself.