An innocent looking soul Draped with an ethereal gown Confident strides across the patio With Eve’s revenge Crisp air – like the first bite of a green apple Obscured; knowing her nectar to be my cure
I watch her bosom swell It’s not objectivization For I worship her Refreshed in waves This transparent Victorian hypocrisy Knowing all that ails & an unseen wound
Yet morning crests Pale orange sky forces it’s way through space In the arms of naked trees I’m celebrating femininity Spring’s arrival in a sundress As she teases me with breathless recitals Our love not by design But still goes well with NorCal wine
You don’t want to admit That you possibly have some feels The epic curve of your bosom Heaving with a thought that I’ll steal Your subtle plaid skirt laid out nicely Legs tucked behind your shapely derriere Forever might be nice if you accept Together we meld into a love extraordinaire