SEAMS

Garter belts come and go
in kitten heels down hill
a thrill of recollection reversing
a tall tale perverse, perhaps
in rehearsal of return to lamentable
innocence

I haven’t the lungs for lust
being pleased just to breathe in
the errors of muscle memory,
exhaling a waft of what was,
or was not

Garter belts come and go
in kitten heels down hill
a seamless sashay of
glimpse and glimmer
once glanced, I suspect,
I suppose.

r.douglas

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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