redemption
I'm sorry for having stolen a glance at you.
I'm sorry for not having stolen a whole
bunch of laughs and trinkets
with a backstory.
A glance and I'm coming back to my senses
a sensual toe to a sensual top
and I'm all senses.
I would give you a gaze
that walks proud of every curve,
scrutinizing the knee and the belly --
where all movements begin.
My arms, shoulders, and hips
established by you.
You lax your shoulders, point your foot.
Chin up a smile, you let a leg behind
pick the notes of the piano.
