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