'The legs have come back! '

The eyes shouted

swimming around in
the goldfish bowl.

My mouth
remained tight-lipped

perched
upon the perch

in the budgie's cage
...sh**!

And indeed
the legs

who had taken themselves off
and gone for a walk

around about midnight

on their own

had returned
(without any explanation)

of where
they had been

or with whom.

They had scratches
about the knees

& a telephone number
(written in biro)

on the left inner
thigh.

I tried
to pull myself
to-get-her.

'Damn the demon
drink! '

I thought slurridly
before passing out.

'Never...ne...ver..
a...gain! '

But I was in bits
couldn't get a grip

on
my
self.

My brain had gone
riding the lift

up 'n' down
up 'n' down

all night

with one of my arms.

The other arm
was alseep.

*****

This was sparked by seeing a Helmut Newton shot of just that...a pair of just attractive legs in heels standing at an open door with the caption THE LEGS HAVE COME BACK. I couldn't resist writing it!

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-legs-have-come-back-for-ruthie/