I spy you
thigh high
belly twist
and it's new
like a baby goose
all feathers and flap
tall, thin
with your
bicycle riding feet
and captivating hands
so quietly crept
I spy you
try you on for size
my size
small in some places
big in some places
hard and soft all at once
in my washing times
when pajamas come
warm from the dryer
with the comfort that comes
when cool skin
finds its sheath
I can fly
I can see angels
I know why you like me
I know what you see
When you spy me
Strange special
True for right now