Low evenings persistently intrude Fancy parties & sensitive souls Facades draped in lush decor Strong mixed spirits don’t leave you full
Trashy nights with unseen acquaintances Low cut blouses & nylon dreams in heels Witnessing dancers locked in solitude Push away the day We don’t need another slow reveal
I caught you outside in your slip
The gossamer wisps within my view
A ripe side of the ever lovely
I couldn’t help but stare at you
Running through a Summer rain
Racing to the steps of a Victorian porch
Draped in a thin dress of pale tulle
The heavy heart of a burning torch
Amid the seduction of incantations
I knew your illusions were clear
Transparent upon the fresh flesh
& I thought only my intentions were sheer
I always look where no one looks
Trying to see what no one is willing to see
Saturated; glory beyond Heaven’s bounty
I’m out here shooting for immortality
Dreams of pretty dancing girls
Tartan skirts & gold buckles on their shoes
Legs draped in such fine stockings
High kicks, but treasure out of view
The fantasy of a joyous party
Spirited music playing a bit loud
Fiddles & bagpipes; what a scene
You pulled me out of the dense crowd
Beauty of drinking black beer all day
My stature begins to slightly tilt
You quietly asked me for a light
But there’s no pockets in this kilt
Envisioning what the night might bring
Is it possible that you could be this real
Sharing a pint in a secluded corner
A second Guinness is considered a meal
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
I’ve been thinking about you
Draped in straps & buckles that push
Silks, lace & any cloth at all
Stretching thin across your tush
The day has been long & tiring
& your love is exactly what I need
Let my eyes devour every curve
No promise to be gentle in my greed