RUFFLES AND CHEST HAIR
Chest hair framed in
ruffles…
Ruffles white as
sea-tossed foam,
Framed in true
perfection
Like a memory of
home.
Talk of leadership
and courage,
Eyes snapping with
that spark
That Russell’s
Captain Aubrey
Flashes like
lightning in the dark.
A chest all tanned
and weathered
From having sailed
upon the sea,
A chest framed in
true perfection
At a cinema near me.
How I wish there were
remotely
A way that I could
pause
That ruffle-framed
male chest view
That brings smiles
across my jaws.
And for 30 feet
before me
My eyes could gaze
and stare
At chests upon the
silver screen,
Chests framed with
ruffles there.
How…male…despite the
ruffles,
Despite their draping
fold,
Perhaps…indeed…MORE
male..
‘Twere the tale
really told.
‘Tis true their very
softness,
Their very folds of
white,
Contrast the firm,
smooth tanness
Of the chest locked
in my sight.
And in the Captain’s
cabin,
When it’s time to dim
the light,
And all the ship is
swaying
In their hammocks for
the night…
In dreams and
thoughts I’ll wander
Where the ruffles
softly rest,
And lay my palm…so
lightly…
Upon the Captain’s chest.
JO ANZALONE