Body Part Poem
Rough Draft:

                     "Your Wrists Are Vile"


Elegance is far from you
          as your curves lure my eyes
and the pale, supple skin
covers your flexing bones;
          No delight do I take!
                    I've seen wrists that are more elegant on a baboon.
Yet,
yours are not hairy
          at all.
But every last inch,
          every:
smooth, soft, creamy inch brings me to a
stand still;
          Horror I tell you, sheer horror!
Wrists
Your wrists
What an ugly word.
It rhymes with fists,
so violent,
so
sensual, sexual, flexible.
The movement it makes
when you brush your hair back
may be erotic to some
          but not to me;
                    repulsive I tell you, utterly repulsive!
This raw,
insatiable drive
to:
touch,
to kiss,
to hold gently next to my cheek . . .
your wrist . . .
                   are vile.

©2000 James Olmos