by flammeusgladius



How beautiful, my dear, your ankles are!

Your calves are hideous, and, oh, your feet

Are wholly indescribable!  How far

The joints excel the ugly lumps of meat

Linked to them!  They’re a fine aesthetic treat:

I gaze at them with deep appreciation.

The rest of you is somehow incomplete.

The lovely ankles glorify Creation.

They are a wonder of articulation.

They are a miracle of shapeliness.

Too bad they don’t enhance coordination.

(Your klutziness, I’m sure, you must confess.)

Your ankles are a triumph.  Oh, it’s true!

It’s sad your body’s what they’re coupled to.


–Tom Riley


(First appeared in Light Quarterly, Nos. 76-77, Spring-Summer 2012)