Summer days:
This mahogany desk
(As lovely as it is)
Is quite uncomfortable
The pen is rubbing up between my sore fingers
(petulant for sights of limber legs and floral skirts to record)
And I grow weary from pretending not to watch from afar
Sometime’s relief comes in the faintest crack of your bedroom door
And I am transported into the phantasmagorical realm
You a sprawling sculpture eagle spread on the rumpled bed
Toe nails painted lady bug red
Braids a floral burst of pinks and blue’s
(The aurora borealis would be envious)
Streaming from your nest of hair
Flowing along the current of the duvet
Agile fingers in their element
Flipping eagerly through those glossy pages
The one’s filled with your idols
The Holly Wood starlets with their hair twisted into ringlets
The men with their dazzling suit jackets
And here I am
Right here
(Invisible to those hazy eyes)
Because of what?
(I hold the silly inconsequential title of step father)
(You could call an elephant a dog for all you want!)
I know I don’t ooze the same sensation of those frozen on celluloid landscapes
But I would wear a suit jacket for you
Would your inquisitive eyes so much as graze me then?
I would be more real than those blasted photos ever could
(In all their pretentious immoral glory)
(All those actors take drugs you know)
I’m right here
Just look
(I’m peering through the clouds of convention)
While you frolic in those fields of childish protection
I suppose I must become a garden
If I am to catch your attention
Sweet provocative darling
(I wouldn’t mind the litter of your incessant bubblegum chewing)
– Why do you play so far from me?
………………………………………………………………….
Today I planted a trap
Oh how my insomnia has gone boundless lengths to
Titillate my desire with fanciful thoughts of
(Those springy legs)
(The ballerina’s would surely envy)
Spread across my lap
(A fawn resting among the thickets)
The pink of your cheek
(dusted in your own longing for me)
Reclining along the stitching of the aching fabric
(my lowly slacks Lola darling make a sorry bed for your head)
Braids dangling teasingly down your porcelain face
The outer shell of your cherry red lips
(parting in a bloom)
(And spreading those lascivious seeds)
But I am getting carried away
(It wasn’t as grand as that)
(Reality is usually sub par)
Oh I sound so ungrateful
(Let me rephrase)
Artful discussion enthralled you
(While you worked your glossy lips over an apple)
Which unknowingly aided in my plan
A catalyst of distraction
(Perhaps it is why I now crave apples)
As my sweating palms kept your flighty legs close
(Simply a father keeping his daughter close)
It took an artists sweeping precision
A scientists calculating analysis
And a gymnasts flexibility
But I prevailed in incongruously caging them
(those cream colored creatures)
I was quite afraid that you would notice the tingling
The quake of release which strobed my being
But you remained doleful
(A snared hare)
I am an awkward hunter
(So I had to let you go)
But a merciful one too
(Sport hunting is a tad too cruel)
My candied nymphet
(Can only be enjoyed when flushed and beating)
(But most importantly perpetually unaware)
I’m not a monster
Just a pained giant
(shamelessly lonesome)
Setting humbles nets
In hopes that you my pet
Will find yourself
Lost in my arms
(Among other things)
But again I’m getting carried away
(Today’s trap will last an eternity in my mind)
(Though not every glance is directed at me)
(Not every light touch meant for my keeping)
(It is a pulsing reminder)
I most certainly have this
(A real gem this time)
(Not a fleetingly lush musing)
I wonder could I try for a bed next time?
