That Trick with your Panties

   
My movie screen tonight    
is the ceiling of a tired motel.    
I am replaying    
'The Fall Of Your Panties'    
a special performance    
in my head    
   
I watch as you tease them    
skillfully down    
slower than a foggy Monday    
in upstate Chicago    
where it's cold enough outside    
to freeze a bird    
but the silky highway of your thighs    
never fails to turn up the heat    
   
I drink each dimple of skin    
as those panties descend    
wide eyes celebrating the wonder    
of every fine hair and curve    
white lace embroidery    
caressing tan-lines      
to turn them    
deliciously brown    
   
When at last    
they eventually arrive    
final stop    
destination floor    
you do that skitter,    
the thing with your ankles    
then smile at me    
before you kick them away    
under the bed    
   
That's the moment    
you win the Oscar    
It's when I always gasp out loud    
because I know what's coming    
We both know    
that the panties never fail--    
& even a thousand miles away    
they can still    
bring it all home.