You'Re It!

I wonder
where you are
as I finish up
the dishes.
' Where...are...you
I'm...coming...to get you! '
A trace of laugher
left upon the air.

'Ah...ya wanna play? '
Your body
loves to play
hide & seek
with my kisses & careses!
Are you
behind the curtain?

Nope...that's just
breezes... flirtatious little breezes
playing with the thought of you.
'Sacre bleu...! ' the French curtains
look afronted '...do you accuse..? '
I pulled them
together...shut them up!

Are you
that sudden slamming door?
Nope...that's just
breezes too...pretending to be you.
An other door bangs again & again
like a dog barking.

Better batten down the hatches
...storm brewing.
And then there is a terrible
lot of silence.
'Where are you? '
(I say in my best Pepe le Phew way) /

Ah at last
a clue
you have left me
a paper chase of
clothes
I know them to be
yours

I remember removing them
one by one in the evening
in my mind
clothes
that climb the stairs
in an invisible
strip-tease

step
by
step
(oops mind that
slip 'n' shoe)
the items
getting more intimate
by the minute

ah ha...a stocking top
at the top of the stairs
oh bra & knickers!
What...ever next!

I ponder...
as my kisses
& caresses
discover you
(very badly hidden
in my view)

as if you had every
intention
of attracting
attention.
'I thought
you'd never
come! '

you pout...
I kiss your mouth
with exaltation.
Kiss away a bead
of perspiration.
My kisses
& caresses
all over
your body!
'Gotcha...gotcha! '
they cry
(but I wonder who
really caught who/)

'You're it! '
'You're it...indeed! '
Morning finds us
like two cheeky children
innocently
dreaming
tucked up in bed.

by Dónall Dempsey

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