BLOG 275: ‘Dressed Down’

Guys, I’m sharing ‘Dressed Down’ with you tonight, and I think it’s worth mentioning that this poem just might be included in my BRAND NEW poetry collection, coming out in the next few months.

Yes, you read that right!

It’s been two years since publishing Wallflower, my first collection and my first little success, and now I want to move on to deeper, more personal things. This is what my second collection will focus on. The dark, the powerful, the beautiful. I’m not saying any more… yet! Keep your eye on my Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and of course Ash Watson Poetry for updates!

In the meantime, here’s a new poem. This one is an emotional and personal piece, and so I hope you enjoy it. Let me hear your thoughts in the comments section below!


Dressed Down

I want to see the woman dressed down.
The woman who makes dressing gowns look sexy,
almost better on, than off.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
removing her party wear for slippers,
crap films and Sunday morning kisses,
and everything my heart has been missing.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
when her hair isn’t perfect,
when it’s messy like our minds,
when her eyes, untouched,
have nothing to fear but mine.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
wearing nothing but a smile,
and my hands, wandering miles,
between naked sheets and your
‘I don’t give a fuck’ style.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
with the lights off, dancing to her favourite song,
with a lost sense of right and wrong tonight.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
from curled lashes to ankle tattoos,
birthmarks, wrinkles and scars,
and everything the world never knew.

I want to see the woman dressed down,
because I need to know if it’s love.

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