The brassiere strap
She wore the old Cleopatra longing for
Her stud lover brassiere strap true love visible out to
The left of her sleeveless black Elizabeth Taylor so seductive blouse against her untanned in July
White man’s skin longing to be pinking sheared
Slowly amor, slowly amor.
At a pleasant forty-five degree angle from me
The lighthouse spy I dance like
Mikhail Baryshnikov in Sorrows of Young Werther
Appreciatively tantalized.