A sudden breeze
blows your skirt up

above your knees
then your thighs and then your waist

to reveal French lacy high cut panties.

You shout: 'Oh look...'
(as if I weren't looking enough)

'I'm like Marylin Monroe...'

I say: 'I know...I know...
in THE SEVEN YEAR ITCH>'

Your image
burning like an icon
in my mind

a fossil of
the love

that's left behind,

Dónall Dempsey

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-sudden-breeze/