Dance of Unrequited Ankles
I loved
Her in her cowboy boots,
Her hair flow curled and just out of the shower or some micro-perm,
Her black taught tights, her poncho all brown and black and yellow and gray
I loved her allness and mostly her all, but mostly
I loved her sex
Which I found in her ankles
Bite love ankles
I’m this afternoon pleading for
Sugar and cotton
Could mention mother, but
I’m not Freud I believe in
The dance
Of unrequited ankles
Then another her
Hair tuft tuft tuft holes
In her blue jeans at her knees I
Love her ankles too—Dear, Dear God,
Where is my Panera card?