My seams are bursting, tearing, ripping,
Where once a fine silk thread wove through,
And my protective cloth is slipping,
All because of you!
The nudity portrayed is gripping,
The naked flesh of one so true,
And down the street my feet went skipping,
All because of you!
The air was cold, the wind was whipping,
The sky was clear and pinkish-blue,
And soon I felt my psyche dripping,
All because of you!
I dreamt your dress began unzipping,
And there we stood, like infants new,
Then through the air my soul went flipping,
All because of you!
Joshua Dinkin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/all-because-of-you-31/
