EPICENE SCENE

Quite taken by women who go by guys names
Not a conscious decision but a trend I can claim
Feminine handles are lovely and fine
Fall for the Susies, and some Carolines
The Mollys, and Marys, and Guens I adore
of course, there's Michelle, and Danielle and lots more,
The Lisas, the Lizzys, the Lizas and Vals
and the Cindys, the Barbs, I like all of those gals
There's Sallys, the Charlenes, the Colleens and Beths,
The Jens and the Annies and all of the rest
But there’s something intriguing
Bout the Martis and Sams
The Rickies, the Bobbis, the Kellys, hot damn
A Casey, A Tracy, A Stacy or two
There’s Teri and Jeri and Jamie and Drew
A Leslie, a Billie, a Robyn and Jo
Carrie, and Taylor and Pat, don't ya know.
An Alex, a Jordan, a Toni and Kris
A Dusty, a Niki and one named Frances
There's Lynn and there's Sandy and when Sunny gets blue
There's Ashley and Ali and maybe you too.
And even though spellings aren’t always the same
I’m somewhat intrigued by an epicene name.

Es Per Rondo

Waiting...
...to be born
...to be fed
...to be torn
...to be bled
...to be changed
...to grow-up
...to be deranged
...to giddy-yup
...for Christmas
...for a sale
...on the Isthmus
...by the rail
...for your birthday
...to be kissed
...'til next Earth Day
...to be missed
...for your touch
...to make love
...for a crutch
...for a glove
...for the answer
...for your turn
...to ask questions
...for to learn
...to bite your breasts
..to taste your skin
..to pass your test
..to let you in
..to sigh a sigh
..to catch your eye
..to see you naked body there before me as I cry
...for you to pinch my meager ass, stroke my gentle arm, touch your tongue to mine, whisper in my ear, lift your sublime porcelain neck to my gliding fingertip,
give me "The Look" when I stare into your eyes with all the love pouring out of my gushing soul like a song born of the desert wind, just give me a bit of your time and passion, love and kindness...your sympathy, trust, respect and care...
...to hear your laughter tickle my ears
...to taste your raspberry heart, your strawberry lips
...to give you the world, one tingle at a time, all the tastes, touches, smells, sounds, sights, places, things, wants, needs, surprises, compliments, advice, insights, bright lights, all the midnights that you can fathom
...to watch you dance
...for my last chance
...to bury my face
in your memory

-- 7/8/96 (this re-edit: 10/24/10)