Legs
Legs In church again, in long pews, all the people and all the women’s legs. Crossed, feet together at the ankles, “the serpentine ” or “entwine “, skirt tucked under, skirt along thighs, skirt revealing, suggesting–the way women cross or don’t cross their legs. Taught from infancy and certainly pre-puberty instruction. And the males watching these feet of adolescent girls wonderingly and college girls knowingly. Still just legs. Only two feet, ten toes at the bottom and a mustachioed mouth at top with two soft concealed lips. The curious path from a beginning of tiny toes along sometimes longing limbs to a pouting, inviting and delicious jointure, occasionally wet and swollen and a mouthful or a handful or the point of desire for men and some women; often neglected or unused in the young and old or …