I swear I am going to start some fiction, and soon.  Have an idea for a short story, but I don’t the gumption to write it out tonight — it was a long day at work.

That said, how about another poem!?!  🙂

This is one is a little naughty — but fun.  This one came from a challenge by a professor back in the college to write about something one wouldn’t think poetry-worthy.  Underwear!  Enjoy!

Under Wear?

Under where –
secrets await
hidden
from the eyes
of the old
man in the park
on a bench
outside a tennis court
waiting for a glimpse
will it be of frill or a lace
or maybe a flash of flesh
from someone less
inhibited and maybe
just a little naughty.