Streaptease

The notes of an old film
lights barely suffused
absolute protagonist
of an invented photoshoot
and barely retro

Nearly violent
in the childish mind
that hidden desire
unresolved weeping
that come alive suddenly
in this your moment

Sure
I don't have the perfect curves
of a model or a ballerina
otherwordly even if...
yesterday
I would have trembled at the thought
laughing almost angry
unequally envious
and whatever

but yes...
I can leave my hat on
the little too tight stockings
and all the spiked heels you want

woman
even in a bulky body
suddenly changed
thanks to your eyes from elsewhere
that never give up

Your smile's inviting
it's our stage
to taste and bloom
like a rose to the warmth
of a May on fire

eyes
on my rebel flesh
is nightly sorcery
bewitched echoes rising
and adrenaline that climbs

slowly
the camisole slackens
slim fingers teasing
I dance
the warm slowness of a diva
ostensibly soft
rhythm of a rustle of silk
leaving my maybes
between black lace and lame'

glance
like a sure shot of
blinding malice
in chaotic senses
eyes in the center
like a reflected diamond
the gown, lace on top
and those stocking thrown
into contrast with you