reaching for the future

I tried
the lady
and the tiger
survived both
more or less
so now
I’m eyeing
door number 3
and thinking
whatever I’ve got
to lose
I’ve already lost
and with that thought
firmly implanted
in what’s left
of this brain
I stride forward
hand outstretched
reaching for the future
door number 3


what you stand upon

it’s the ankles
slender shapely
connecting those lovely feet
to those long legs
not to mention
the knees
friends say
I’m a leg man
who am I
to deny
what history has
proved to be true
in your case
a reaffirmation
of my predilection
for ankles
and knees
and all they connect
to what you stand upon
smiling at me