For A Girl with A Beautifully Vowelled Name

I craved your curves,
lashing hips and tits
with hypnotizing whips
to and fro
to and fro
to and fro
watching the ebb and flow
of your exuberant sexuality
and the conscious confidence
you illustriously exuded.

A girl unfurled in this one dimension,
from this one angle (the one appreciation,
the one hall I always passed you down)
at least.

And the soothing swoons I motioned
into my mind from your phantom glances
and the smooth stares and smiles from
other girls, other eyes, other cunts,
were enough fantasy to pitch a tent and slap
and tickle in it for my alonehighschoolnights.