just enough

Electric
Yet luscious and decadent
like pudding
with the tension and rhythm beckoning
texture of a drumhead toned perfect-
her skin
assassinates me
 
An inch
above the height  
of her thigh high striped sock
is the eye of a storm
calm enough to perch
cautious, of her torrent
turning the tide
of who's prey
 
Now a production worker
in the assembly line  
of Matisses' Blue Nudes
I am assigned a calf
to carefully caress the curve
that can elevate mountains
that can convince a river
to meander through canyons, or infinity
and can rifle billions of years
of genetic necessity
into a frenzied instance
simply
by seeing a pretty girl walk by