Leyla Poems | Examples

Undressing Miss Leyla

miss Leyla has a body 
that launches ships 
and carves through 
mirrored glaciers,
deep tanned to front
and rear,
I wish I was her masseur

and while I watch her 
clothes fall off,
to desk and chair, 
then to the carpet's 
ocean floor, I quickly
turn away,
she's
moved me; 

I wish she was close 
and not three desks
away: 

and slowly... oh so very 
very slowly, 
I help her dress,
and begins the day.