Why do you wear that thing?
Not nice to embrace
the coarse khaki coat
wrapped round
your whole body.
I don't want to touch
your untrimmed chin,
what's underneath?
When I remove
the fuzzy item I gasp -
black pin-****** all over your chest
and grass stains
like rays of light too.
You never blink,
just stare at me with wet
creamy-coloured eyes.
Written: October and December 2012.
Explanation: This piece was read out at universityin December 2012 as part of my poetry module. Written in my own time and also available on my WordPress blog. First uploaded as a Facebook status update.