your legs are not beautiful
in the hollywood pay 10 dollars
for a ticket delight
...your legs are beautiful in the sensual
tongue against the roof of my mouth silence
way of thinking
and the beauty comes from knowing
how they will wrap around my waist
so they can control the thrust of
animal entanglements
the white curves whispers comments
that no one knows what they mean
but everyone gets the point
the hazy
so many things could happen wonderment
they fold into a position that seems odd
but not the odd ha ha focus
and i am wrapped in the pinot grigio thoughts
that compromises like a kiss in the prep room
of an old hotel when the night has
many roads leading out of two doors
and your legs will walk
towards one of them
Your ability to create the full evocation of both an emotion and its setting, in such few words, never fails to amaze me.
Starward