cobalt

Your erect and powerful nipples, punching points
in shirts like nails in iron, challenging my existence in
this space. Attempting to assert presence by commenting

not in the presence of her brittle figure

I say, hey look at those nipples,
youre pulling your t-shirt past them and
latching the belt, binding your baggy pants,
you, Nipple Goddess , you
will not accept disdainful designations,

Nipple Goddess,
you put poets in skimpy black underwear,
laugh them into submission, you take gamblers, jolt them
into sweaty catacomb casinos, nipple goddess, you
stride thru the cafeteria with saggy seat and furcoat,

as if the invocation could summon the presence.