I am your coat hanger
Hanging in your wardrobe
Waiting for the chance
To see you disrobe
I hang all day and
wait for the night
Off come the clothes
and on comes the light
I sit and I look, and
I can't help but stare
As you cover me with your dress
and stand in underwear
You close the wardrobe door
And I want to take to task
Your underwear on the floor
And I am dying to ask
Why I don't get to see
As you take off your bottom layer
Why I'm hidden in the wardrobe
While the furniture gets to stare.
T Wilson