@ 27.105 MHz: Poem Becoming

Your "emo" style haircut sweeps down over your

high forehead and across one side of your face

(delicately shaped) in a cascade of blue

matching your eye shadow and your new crew socks;

and in between them

 

(despite silly societal restrictions)

the nakedness of your beautiful body

and limbs---throbbing, thrumming and thrashing in the

release of intimate pleasure, conveying

your soul's affection.

 

Those socks cling to, and emphasize, the contours

of your feet as, within that fragrant softness,

your toes curl in the instinctive response to

your lover's kisses and caresses---deployed

like one of his poems . . . .

 

Starward

 

 

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