this is a 1980's <br />flash-back from <br />a life I've never lived, <br /> <br />the girls wear spandex- <br />pants that pull poor- <br />poultry into mouth <br /> watering <br />lean-cuts <br /> <br />if not <br />their asses <br />scream from jeans <br />tight enough <br />to reconstruct hip- <br />structure <br />and teach intestines <br />of new ways <br /> in-which <br /> to fold, <br /> <br />and cleavage isn't flattered- <br />much when the tops-of-tits <br />lay open- <br /> basking- <br /> in conditioned-air <br /> and breath, <br /> <br />nipples like the eyes <br />of children begging <br />just-beneath the table <br />as each bounce-of- <br />step is almost <br />glimpse enough, <br /> <br />this is a soft- <br />core-porn-academy <br />where the pencils <br />aren't sharpened <br />but exist to tease- <br />along the gloss of <br />lips.<br /><br />Eric Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tent-pitching-101/
