All the while they were talking
the new code
of morality
she looks at me
with a margarita on one hand
and smoke on the other
she looks at me
with disdain
and
i think, she feels
so sorry
for my form
and beliefs
she is asking
if i am a professional
virgin, (of course, i am not)
i rise to go
and she follows me
her eyes i mean
slowly undressing me
seeing my
legs and bottoms and waist
she calms down
she waters herself
with some hormones running in her
hands
exiting down to her toes
her fingers feel
like iron rods
to the fragility of my
tissues
how can i speak
about
morality?
RIC S. BASTASA
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-can-i-speak-about-morality/
