(3) I Love You When You Aren't Dressed Up
I Love You When You Aren't Dressed Up
In my jumper chopping veges in the kitchen with a beer
A float of cloth describes in negative the furrow of the spine and a break in
Conversation brings the sound of waves and I can lift a whip of hair
Place lips, taste salt, close eyes, let hands play at seeing
But that piece
We call a night (what will we wear?) that others’ glances shape
As the blazer shapes the shoulder, the belt the waist,
The going and returning
Achieves expression only in restraining like a sail bulged
With wind in a picture of a lighthouse. I love you
When you're dressed up too
But I would rather billow in your hollows one by one.