A Mind in a Vise of Visceral Thighs

Consider, if you will,
The angular momentum of light
As it passes through the sheer-gowned
Vault of heaven, the young woman’s
Illuminated legs.

Consider how it pierces the eyes
As a symbol which will never stand
For victory.
Consider the luck of the
Clinging gingham dress
Holding those legs that you will never touch
Or the parcel of velvet
Hugging that
which you cannot possess.

Consider, for a moment,
The scents that a blind man can snatch
From the air, which you will never catch.
Consider the shoulders of the muse
Which you will use—
The weight of the hair upon them.
and in consideration of all this
Ask yourself
If your sensational words
Have made any sense,
Been true to their meanings.

Alan Cohol
Anaheim CA
 

1997 © graffito