
orange sweatshirt
a poem by david devanny

orange sweatshirt
i
see
tonight
again
you're
out
in
that
not
quite
burnt
but
still
smouldering
tingling
orange
sweatshirt
(the
one
that
shows
your
collar
bones
your
neck
clings
on
your
shoulders
)
it
makes
you
look
assured
steadfast
intellectual
passionate
steamy!
the
upper
reaches
of
that
chest
secure
enough
for
dopping
lamb-like
foreheads
albeit
with
a
subtle
stifled
sway
(
a
muscular
cushioned
gentle
thoughtful
shuddernudge
cousined
with
a
scrounging
nuzzle
)
and
well
that's
where
i'd
like
to
die -
(
though
i
don't
suppose
you'd
let
me
)
not
in
the
playful
baby
blue
with
the
hood
or
the
long
sleeved
skin-tight
jumper
with
the
rippling
gallic
stripes
but
safe
and sheltered
in
the
failing
embers
of
that
orange
top
Controls
Adjectives
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v nabokov
Line Breaks
w whitman
c bukowski
Eroticism
j austen
d h lawrence
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