Hard and Soft

              Hard and Soft

The virgin wearing her mantilla for

Her crinoline bewitches men along

The street.  They feel their semen soar

Among their ribs.  They hear her silent song

Commencing from her masklike face that turns

To left and right but looks at none of them.

Because she does not notice them, they burn

Their hearts like incense.  They would touch her hem,

Mantilla, crinoline its forms, to heal

Themselves of being masculine and hard.

Behind her mask her human eyeballs steal

A glance at crotches, bulging glands, grand, hard.

  She chooses one.  She marks the features of

    His face and swears that she will give soft love.

~ Phillip Whidden