The Mannequin

by E. Wong

                                  Swept   he is
    by unbearable                          malice
                              in undressing
                                                          a mannequin
It was easy finding you
                               among the throng of strange souls
First       off the blouse
                                                                            and the skirt
then his hand        on her feet                 up her legs
    ‘tween her thighs           to her waist
                                                               but she has no
                                                                                             navel
       A big red umbrella
                                            between you and the sun
Nonetheless
              she’s always been               the woman
    in daydreamings
                                of a night watch
        You want it red
                 so in the day’s brightness
                                                   you’d be blushing
                though your heart’s          breaking
    Now seek
           such plump breasts           touch her
                                          the center
        of life impenetrable
Such sumptuous lips           kiss her
                                                          but she has no
                                                                                      tongue
                      But, my love,
                                                 how about on rainy day?
Stunned by
            her subtle smile
                                                            he brings her back
                to her spot          by the window
with a new dress
                             Envy
                                     yes, envy
                                               such steady
                                                                 happiness
         Do you want the world
                                             to see your bleeding?

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*written sometime in April 2010
**For ______ whom I undress with my eyes, always...
***Written on those malling days during summer, inspired by the mannequins in shops' glass windows; the umbrella element I got from my highschool friend ("ka-loveteam") Cherie Keitch, who, I remember Kred saying, loved red umbrellas because she would blush naturally under it.