Accidental or otherwise
she was dancing as per usual
wearing mismatched socks,
pretty much nothing else
could divert my eyes from her.
I swore I wouldn’t
let her show up again
like some well meaning stranger
showing me this new move or step.
Innocent or otherwise
I may as well admit
I’ve signed myself over to her.
The night enveloped and twisted
she bragged and I listened
about her body structure photographs.
These miniature sets of strangers
traveling all over and across
her sensitive places.
There was something about
my insecure reaction
watching their hands touch her all over.
She’s always been in love
with my child-like sensitive side,
that’s only evident with her.
The harder I try and ignore her
she shows up hula hooping
in mismatched socks, in love
with beautiful you.
