Soft Back

by Andy Cordle

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-07-17 15:38:00

Sitting there, behind, I watched her squirm,
Her lungs expanded into a sensual rhythm.
She played with her hair and smiled deep;
I wish I could take her and sleep.
She looked to the teacher and then back.
Writing all the notes,
The notes I seemed to lack,
Because I always stared at the goddess’s back.
Graceful movements like symphony personified,
She moved from her seat to throw away something.
She looked at me–I looked away.
She sat down again, looked to me
She removed her blouse.
My eyes widened when the bra was revealed–
“Mr. Cordle! Are you with us today?”
The dream faded and fantasy went away.
“Excuse me, sir?” I replied. “What did you say?”