ODE TO COBRA
I didn’t notice
my wrinkles,
or the gray,
or the gravity,
much,
but young Cobra
noticed
and with sympathy
and kindness
showing in his
pretty eyes
pretty boy eyes
he smiled with all
the radience of
a toothpaste commercial.
I can take the stress
from your lovely face
he murmured
brushing the silver
gently from my brow
for a reasonable fee
because I like you
so much.
Does this mean
I’ve reached
“a certain age?”
Have I reached the age
of advertising smiles
and deference
on the beach
from friendly young men
with guileless eyes
and open hands?
I have always been
curious.
I have always wanted
to meet a gigolo.
I didn’t expect a gigolo
to want to meet me.
– Daisy Sidewinder
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