Hand in Glove
by 
didau
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Posted: Saturday, May 22, 2010 Word Count: 85 Summary: My first upload in seven (!) years. A sort of love poem. I think Related Works: Absense • Breakfast in Bed • Compulsion • Gazeteer of Old Ways and New • Limerick • Painting • Pale Fire • Piracy • Predictor • Rewritten • Sharkskin Shoes • The Ballad of Lefty and Ned • The Man With A Lemon For A Head • The Tide • There`s Only So Much I Can Take • You Are Ash In My Mouth • |
If you were a glove,
I would pick at your stitches
flexing my hand inside you
to feel how well you fit.
And if you were made of leather,
I would be a tannery.
You would turn the sharp stench of urine into
something smooth and useful.
If you were made of rubber,
I would wear you to perform
delicate operations.
And to wash up.
But if you were woollen,
ah, there would be a glove.
Although I would not wear you
to make snowballs.
I would pick at your stitches
flexing my hand inside you
to feel how well you fit.
And if you were made of leather,
I would be a tannery.
You would turn the sharp stench of urine into
something smooth and useful.
If you were made of rubber,
I would wear you to perform
delicate operations.
And to wash up.
But if you were woollen,
ah, there would be a glove.
Although I would not wear you
to make snowballs.