Your hair in bunches, lipstick baby pink
vestigial shorts pulled tight against your bum.
Lollipop simper. Lightly hovering thumb
against pink lips. But do not ever think
that air quotes are not there. You’re so perverse
Wholesome becomes just fetish. Those who lust
for your twelve-hole doc martens will adjust
follow you drooling still. So, go. Rehearse
A thousand girly ways, abandon butch
but do not hope to lose us. We’ll be true
follow you round. We’ll stalk you in a queue.
Smiling, your cynical wry grin will touch
our cheek as if you slapped us. Blushing red
we’ll ponder how this all plays out in bed