Friday, February 5, 2016

Hut Hut Hike

Hut hut hike,
Look at the dark in her eyes
I wonder if she’ll let me turn on the lights

Gridiron fight,
she’s tryin’ to look tough
but I don’t think she’ll hike that football right.

Like behind a wardrobe
lace stays in and out of sight.

In a stance preparing for a football dance,
she stares in a trance

On any given Sunday
she won’t be asking for your sweat pants.

She keeps herself abreast on football,
far from imitation - no RuPaul.

Hand on knee
lights out
candle me

She’s in a stance, not at rest
Ah… I see you looking but I refuse to speak about her breasts…


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