JOCK'S LINGERIE

"The trend today is towards lacy underwear..."
as he proffered an umpteenth dainty offering,
and I protested; "I have buttocks, I swear!"
"Oh, those", he said, "I have just the thing."
surveying my ample behind with raised brow,
"Darling, a pull-through lets it all hang out."
I took the fancy Gee in hand, and thought how
I would manage with it to muffle his shout
for help, as I slapped some sense into him.
"Look my flimsy-wristed friend, if I wanted floss
I would have said so. The chances are slim
that those frill-fritters would fit the boss!"
"Yes, I noticed. Rather over-endowed, are we?"
he retorted and I flushed with irritation,
"I am afraid you're rather masculine, see."
I was just about to leave in exasperation
when he tut-tutted with another quizzical look
"It's rather dear," and reached behind the counter,
"but I'm afraid desperate measures are needed",
produced a mini-brief and folded with laughter,
I paid the price, no other could sell like he did.

INTO THE NIGHT

Strolling barefoot along a deserted, sandy beach
in search of elusive peace and solitude in a misty sun.
Discovering the need to do this awkward dance,
avoiding hundreds of stinging small bluebottles
washed ashore by springtide - dying, stranded there.
A strange blue glint in fading sun catches the eye,
drawing the keen observer to it, patently mesmerised.

A contorted bottle there discarded, glass with a bent,
a lightning struck container, long since empty.
Reaching out to take hold of the malformed gem,
serendipitous treasure a hand must have and hold.
A faint, firm voice halts the intent in mid-motion;
"You know, ice blue bottles are of foreign origin...",
what does this mean?, "...it holds no inherent heat."

The marriage of heat and blue glass is impossible,
for the cold glass will shatter at the longing touch,
and is sure to cut tender tendons into bleeding shreds.
"Although flawed, that bottle belongs to me alone."
A lonely teardrop drops and is instantly drowned and
lost in an ocean of salt. It hurries away into the night,
beholding the broken shards scattered to the heavens.

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