Miniskirt
By Josh Galitsky

Moist netherworld
above the skirt’s equator.
I wish to greet this rising sun.
Textures hide your blinding flower
from my iris.
Yet clinging cloth is
pleasure magnified.
Angles, loops and fold
encase the folds. Hide the field.
You steal away unknowingly, cotton silky,
Petals intact, unspread, unseen.
And with lamb’s breath quiet, I wait patiently
for the next sweet willow to wander by.
About Josh Galitsky:
Josh Galitsky has a Master of Arts in Creative Writing & Theatre from
Emerson College in Boston.  Josh’s written credits include stage, film,
television, music video, newspaper, arts digests, poetry journals, copywriting,
and the internet.
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