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.