To scale a tree
and never touch fruit!

I'll tell you.

I have lived long
long days of thirst
but those are never the worst.

I have looked the prize in the eye
Shining
Me, winking
It, back

Along comes Saturday night
My heart can hardly stand.

She wears lace

tinglings of flesh
play hide and seek
I stare
cast in the tempter's wake.
never wanting to leave

like a finger at a sweet spot
budding
building
boiling
a madness beyond compare

now I know
lace is the worst.