orange sweatshirt
a poem by david devanny

orange sweatshirt

i
see
tonight
again

you're
out

in
that

not
quite
burnt

but
still
smouldering

orange
sweatshirt

it
makes
you
look

assured

steadfast


the
upper
reaches
of

that
chest

secure
enough
for
dopping
foreheads

albeit

with
a
subtle
stifled
sway





(
a
muscular
cushioned

gentle
shuddernudge

cousined
with
a
nuzzle
)


and
well

that's
where
i'd
like
to
die -

(
though
i
don't
suppose
you'd
let
me
)


not
in
the
baby
blue
with

the
hood
or
the
long
sleeved
jumper

with
the
gallic
stripes

but
safe
in
the
failing

embers
of
that

orange
top



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Adjectives

e pound
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v nabokov




Line Breaks

w whitman
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c bukowski



Eroticism

j austen
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d h lawrence



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