Contact Lenses....by Roger McGough

I have lost my will to write of late....but I still like to read the writings of others......because sometimes they can say it better.

Somenights
she leaves them in
until they have made love.
She likes to see clearly
the lines and curves of bodies.
To watch eyes, his mouth.
Somenights she enjoys that.

Othernights
when taken by the mood
she takes them out before
and abandons herself
to her blurred stranger.
Other senses compete to compensate.
Without lenses, blindly accepts her fate.