Bear

Smoking was a meditation                      
For the do-er                        
But a serial seduction                        
To the observer                        
So much so that                        
The smoldering                  
"Blue Havana Cigar"                       
Reeled me deep                        
Into the heart                        
Of the leather scene                     
Draping (particularly) the female nudity                        
Among US in bear skin                
Stealth mode                    
With formal codes                        
(Prohibiting fragrances, for eg)                        
Who refused to be caught                        
Looking at anything                        
That they shouldn’t be                        
(like fish in the river)                        
And the women were infrequent                    
Or sparse enough                      
To atomize                      
The normal social dynamic                      
For the glory                    
Of the species                    
Emanating          
From the moon                
So, there weren't so many                      
That you couldn’t penetrate                                     
This fear of the other;                        
Suspicion of ourselves  
THEM          
Since there was enough                        
Testosterone                        
To remove                        
Any monotonous splinters                        
                        
Usually.               
                 
(Co-signed in Chicago, L.A and NY)