When I watch

stockings

I love watching

you put on your stockings

The way your nails skim over them without snagging is a marvel

When I watch you, I turn sideways

could you change my
preference-

I guess you know.

don’t you.

That is why you don’t stop when he leaves.

I like when you turn your head to look back, saying things like

your hands
your mouth
your toes

then laugh

4 thoughts on “When I watch

  1. Very nice! So provocative! If I get enough time – next week, I’ll post the rest of my Confessions of A Hockey Mom, then post my poems from long ago. You make me want to try my hand at that again.

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  2. Something mesmerizing about watching that stocking roll up the thigh like a second, darker skin, a web really, promising to contain, to hold back, but really intimating the opposite.

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