At Café Ankle
Rising from the refinement of graceful ankles,
The slender elegance of fine, narrow turned
Charms, lending eloquence to delicate calves.
Not for her the mottled tree trunk stump,
So destructive of many a comely limb, nor
The leaden pock-marked stomping barrel
Devoid of her shimmying indolent charm.
Rising gaze over decorous smoothness,
The allure of her lithe will othe wisp aspect
A keen façade for refined effulgent intellect;
Linger over the fingertip rise of pert increment,
The pale moonstone crescendo of delicacy;
Pass beyond the ocular caress of collarbone tusks,
Alighting upon lithely flowing lamplight lips;
Ah, for the diaphanous shimmer of a longed for kiss!