Paean

Her lips defy anatomy, and my imagination.

The lower half of a woman, and what I want to do with it.

A woman on the subway, in a red dress, squeezing her thighs together.

All black, except her hair. And a run behind the left knee.

A woman on the subway. Or in a coffee shop. Wherever she was, I saw her.

Two women on the subway, described in the only way I know how.

A woman at a bar, described in the only way I know how.

A woman on the train, reading the Economist.

The tops of her thigh-high fishnets keep drawing my eyes back.

Black hair, brown highlights, a denim minidress, and generous decolletage.