I dreamed I stopped traffic
(for Lynsey, after Vance Packard)
not in my Maidenform bra more’s the pity,
but rather with my attempt to be an
unhidden persuader and engineer a yes
from you, for what I’m not really sure
at this moment; but there is no gesture
without the doomed attempt I suppose.
Follow your impulse for voluptuousness,
uninhibited over-indulgence. That your eye
is most attracted to something in red is no
surprise: but what shade do you want
happiness to be? Shocking? No! Sanguine?
Never! Scarlet? Cliche! Coquelicot? Well,
you are addictive… Cupid arrows his Pantone
swatches giddily, pings the message: the kit
doesn’t matter as long as we are team players
for love’s enterprise. Snap! Thud! Bullseye!
Rishi Dastidar’s poetry has been published by the Financial Times, New Scientist and the BBC amongst many others. His debut collection Ticker-tape is published by Nine Arches Press, and a poem from it was included in The Forward Book of Poetry 2018. A member of Malika’s Poetry Kitchen, he is also chair of the London writer development organisation Spread The Word. Rishi wrote and judged the meme poetry challenge on Young Poets Network.
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