THE NIGHTDRESS

I rub a hole in the mirror and in her nightdress
wonder what it was like being loved and unloved
by the boy. From behind the skin-thin hide
of the partition I had climaxed with her in the night.
In the early morning I watched from the window
while she kissed and clung to him. Tenderly,
he unfastened her fingers like buttons one by one.

The mirror gapes like a vulva as the steam-clouds
divide. Skin-close my eyes swell against the stained
glass in worship as if it were someone else - the boy
the girl; both. I inhale the vinegary perfume
of their bodies in a solitary menage a trois.

"The Nightdress" is one of my poems from "The Greenhouse" - my collection of short stories and poems published by Oyster Press. To download free extracts from all my published novels, stories, and poems visit www.brianfogarty.com

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