| You occupy my centerfold list.
My lady permits this, unless I populate it
with women whose inclusions insult
her as number one on it.
I know, I know, she questions my trope too, its sexual overtones; yet allows with eternal question check mark on it.
My list started as rebellion; its
origin a male, of course, discussion
of which female
body parts turned them on.
The other men stated
their preferences, the usual, but
I said, I dont have a favored part.
I'm not a leg man, a breast man, an et cetera man; I'm a whole man.
My lady gentle glare to my eyne, nudged me,
whispered, that's not what
you told me when we met.
So
I said aloud,
I do have a preference; I like women
with gigantic, humongous |
| brains.
Women with big brains make my brain erect.
You occupy my centerfold list, a collection of beauties such as Ursula Huebner Bromberger, Margaret Chase Smith, Billie Holiday, Elizabeth I, Frances McDormand, Audre Lorde, Jill Biden, Marie Curie, Natasha Trethewey, Ingrid Bergman, Elizabeth Warren, Dr Abston, Ella Fitzgerald, Grace Anna Goodhue Coolidge, Betty Carter, Hilda Doolittle, Vanessa Redgrave, Alice Walker, Emma Thompson, Denise Levertov, Angelina Jolie, Sanaa Lathan, Annie Ross, Mooncat, Judi Dench, Lena Horne, Susan Eisenhower, Countrycat, Michelle Obama, Anna Roosevelt, Madeleine Mora, Gabrielle Union, and others of similar beauty.
It really ain't sexual.
Sensuous, probably; sensual,
yeah, that too, maybe.
Except I can't get turned on the other
way with dumb women. Yeah, I'm a damn bigot.
I know.
My lady tells me so, too. It may be - I rationalize - the milieu of our differing professions.
She, as a pediatrician, a scientist, practices safe thought.
I, a poet, suffer from promiscuous tropes.
She's a partner, a pediatrician,
appropriate for me.
love,
S S S
PS: If your name ain't on here it's because my whole list would not leave room for the better posts of important facts and profound truths by the folk here. Send me a thousand dollars, cashiers' check or money order, and I'll email you the whole list. |
