A Late-Night poem inspired by the artwork of Allen Jones. Enjoy your own discretion.
Happy Saturday!
She has a forgettable face,
but indestructible lower half.
Durable calves
designed to fly, to glide,
to dance.
Leg parachutes that barely cover
her strongest assets.
Missiles that she fires at me.
I’m under attack,
So I grab hold
of the honeycomb,
hot plastic,
and give it a sweaty snap.
Peel the design
from her thighs,
inch by inch
to make it last.
My hands retire
inside the tent of fabric,
but are too restless to nap.
I’m an astronaut
ready to plant my first
flag on an uncharted planet.
Nowhere to run,
legs as pylons,
as I enter the sacred temple
hidden within
nylon.
©2023 | K. Hartless
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