Cobalt

Coy
Yearwood

Kevin
Grossman

Eric
Meyer

Larry
Blazek

W. Adam
Mandelbaum

My eyes made their rounds of the room
like a machine-gun lawn sprinkler --
over Catholic-school-green heater's edge dangled
a pair of perfectly curved and fluid legs --
my glance turned to gaze;
the stare staggered up her body's swerving road
and froze at the oasis of her face --
she was a misplaced angel;
the white of her skin was like the silken, pale
shine of candlelight behind clouded glass
and her hair the kind of golden warm that only children can imagine.
I had a hardon and I swear to God she had wings.