First running poem
I was thinking of you and your butt
when you’re running, as I was running
the other day, how it sways and, as might be,
how your running skirt flicks up with each stride.
I had been thinking about my toes and when
your butt flashed into my mind, as it were
serendipitously, my fascination
with your anatomy and my toes, juxtaposed,
really, honestly, improved my action.