Spiral Earrings

OK, so, yeah, I like piercings,

but not usually to the point of fetish,

so why are the big silver spirals

dangling from this dude’s lobes

getting me so aroused?

I mean, sure , he’s hot, I guess,

talk, dark-haired, shadowy stubble,

but not hotter than some others

passing through my field of vision,

except for those damned earrings

that make me want to get him naked.

 

Copyright 2013

T. Allen Culpepper

Portrait of the Young American as a Student

Working with a group in his English class,

he represents the American male ideal,

blond but not too blond, handsome

but not like a Hollywood star,

in red-plaid shirt, faded jeans,

red classic canvas sneakers.

shows white teeth when he smiles,

furrows brow when he laughs.

An open face, an open manner,

a touch of bravado that masks

a lurking anonymous fear.

 

Copyright 2013

T. Allen Culpepper

Ankle

His back to me,

seated on the rail,

leaning conversationally

toward a couple of friends,

talking with his hands,

amusing his companions,

straw hair over

Nordic-white skin,

broad shoulders draped

with cornflower tee,
one denim-wrapped leg
crossed under the other,
showing skin between

jeans and trainers.

 
I’ve read of scandalous
flashes of flesh
in Victorian novels
and laughed at prudery

of such extremity

that a mere glimpse

of ankle could arouse,

even doubtful of its truth,

but now I get it,

and I want him,

having never even

looked into his eyes

to see them smile.

Touché, Victorians.

 

Copyright 2013

T. Allen Culpepper