Double life

 

The sassy walk, saucy as these sultry summer nights,

hip-swaying entertaining “your eyes only”;

The toss of the head coquettishly, her blond highlights glint

in “your eyes only”;

The superfluous flirting of new love, like the pink

feather-tips laid over a lavender dawn;

The sweet naïve contrast between days and nights, new

days and new nights,

with the daytime smiles and the nighttime sighs

(deep soulful sighs breathed into breasts and arms);

The dancing naked shy near the edge of the bed,

young queen dancing for “your eyes only”;—

This is what I miss, miss terribly, though I have never known it.

NOTES OF AN UNDERGROUND HUMANIST

© 2014-2019 by Chris Wright