guilty of the most glamorous of crimes.
12/06/2003 05:28 a.m.
i'm sure she was born
the masterpiece that she is today
and whether she's witty,
or generous, or brilliant
i'd rather cradle her hips in the palms of my hands
than listen to her talk.
and it's not that she doesn't have a beautiful voice
or beautiful things to say,
but one can grow impatient
waiting for a gorgeous girl to wake up

every curve seems
proportioned precisely
beneath the swells of her breasts;
and every limb seems to come together
around hips that frame what could make me into a
culpable being.

but i leave myself to settle my eyes
on the floorboards beneath her polished toes
and i tell myself:
another day,
another gender.
I am currently Erotic
I am listening to silence