His multi coloured dressing gown resides in my cupboard
for a another chance to adorn his body, that firm back,
his manly stance and naughty bottom bits.
I shrink back from it every now and then for it reminds me
of those tender moments; the way he shaved his beard,
the way he dried his hair, the way he brushed it.
Sometimes when I am cold I pull on the bloody thing and
it warms me through and I imagine the scent of him,
I take it to bed and fall asleep in it.
Then when summer comes I hide it at the back of my
very deep wardrobe, like the inner corners of my mind
and I try to forget; but it irritates..
It won’t stay hidden and knocks, tap, tap, tapping at the door
keeping my memories urgently alive and my mind
ever lingering on images.
