sometimes i wish (dec 06)

sometimes i wish
i could hide
behind sunglasses those
awfully large ones
like bug eyes
like the lady who
wears the same
clothes every day
because she's
the queen.

then, my friend
it's easy
to cry
and
to stare at your
olive-splashed skin
calves and thighs from
across the room
as you cross
your heavenliness
and dream about
sliding
upwards
along your smooth
contours
finally to what
hides beneath
your skirt
and lose
myself

and lose again.