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

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. 

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