Some men
Would mould you in clay
Now, don’t
Get me wrong
I have thought about
Doing that very thing
But how
How to create
The third dimension
How to stand
The legs apart
Or better still to cross them over
And how
How to raise up
Or cup the breast
Before the coat lapels
Are stylishly
Overlaid
Also how
To gift those eyes
That enigmatic smile
As you turn
Ever so slightly
Towards me
