Resistance in Red

Between the gaps in the lace there is skin.

But we are not here for that.

At the hip is a sweet red bow,

cleverly situated over the bone

where my hip juts out.

It has its reflection on the other side.

And between them,

the triangular spider’s web

gauzy and seven-veilish,

a dream-catcher of

erotic possibilities

no woman can

ever really offer.

Hidden, it can be

anything :

the gates of hell,

the well of comfort,

the thieves’ cave

of a thousand treasures,

as yet unaudited.

A convenient receptacle

for a smug fuck or

a reluctant deposit.

The panties are

a mask of possibilities.

Once they’re off,

it’s just a cunt.

(Upon reading the first chapter of

Resisting Nudities

by Florence Dee Boodakian.

2008, Peter Lang Publishing, New York)