100 million adorable creatures
are undulating through my synapses
in a ballet of biological Love.
O, the pulchritude!
Glowing faces smiling perfect white teeth,
golden trusses alive in the breeze,
ravishing redheads reclining,
and Betty’s with
breathtaking black bangs-
or coquettish curls
in dynamic dyes.
Such flawless faces!
So lean, lithe, smooth, sinewy.
I reach for them in my maleness.
They do not reach back.
Never really have
when I was too stupid to do anything about it!
Too late now!