I am interested in
your undersides - which
typically are the soles
of your feet, plus just
under your chin,
where a finger more bold
might chuck. And then,
down and between
where your
dorsiventrality
dovetails
in round and cleft,
as cryptic and neat
as a visual fact.
Where a hand
bolder still
might probe
and caress,
but not
just yet.
For now,
on a public beach
lying down
your undersides
have before my eyes
rolled over, become
your back.
And I wonder how you
the magician's assistant
and very self
have performed this
act, without patter
or barely a prop,
and nary a
misdirect.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Wednesday, September 22, 2021
undersides
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