frail day, feet dangle off the edge
then eyes lower
wanting hopelessly, shamelessly,
to discover something more substantial
less slick and defined
than the dirt imprisoned by ice.
would that you were gone, shoes!
and if only you, toes, were bare, wriggling
released into luscious melting.
delicate moment, body stands, anticipating a
fall in pure release,
sight closing, soaking up drops of sheer desire.
slight veil, vision: be shed!
show me, strong passion--
land of thick and dirty flesh
soft supple curves desperately succeeding
in a brave, honest seduction.