She considered the manboy with the tasseled pants –
The red columns of legs and slight sway of his hips,
As he followed the siren curves of the girlwoman’s back.
What made the back beautiful?
A Cartesian swoop of muscle,
Two hummingbird shoulder blades hovering,
The gentle bellows of pumping lungs,
Or the lustrous skin sheath of a seductive heart?
He stood behind the girlwoman. His tassels, red-fabric bells, immobile for the tiniest second
While she stood waiting, first-time aware, sexually potent.
The woman, veiled in a turtleneck and modest heels, lost herself in youth, enticing, festooned, and never again innocent.
(Image with permission by Andre Giovina)