Classic Poem

on her way to the beach,
walking daintily in bare feet
to avoid the stones

Titania's gauze
forms a cute skirt
so short
it takes the breath away
and opens in front
to admit man
to her shapely legs
walking brightly
in inexorable scissor movement
through his child taboos.

At thirteen she
already swings her hips
ostensibly to keep her balance
and re-enacts the secret
of man's bed
She smiles and shoots
implacable seduction
straight into the eyes.

A nimbus envelops her girdle.

O stay!

Disclose your meaning.

" I like the way you look at me,
the lubricities of your mind. "

Hold it, grandpa.
From where I stood, it sounded more like
" How delightful
that you noticed my new swimming suit!
It makes me feel like a woman. "

Touche!

But was it so far out to imagine
that in the safety of that dark,
rather old-fashioned, sensitive
homuncio look in the poet's eyes,
having only a moment,
she let the panther out
of her public lair
to show that she was nubile
and became ionized herself?

It was a great day
for Patrick Henry
Junior High.

Such bitter-sweet discombobulations
in a moment turn men into Pierrots.