The next poem is by Anne Stevenson. My response, from the males perspective, follows her work.
Sous-Entendou.
Don't think
that I don't know
that as you talk to me
the hand of your mind
is inconspicuously
taking of my stocking,
moving in resourceful blindness
up along my thigh.
Don't think
that I don't know
that you know
everything I say
is a garment.
by Anne Stevenson
I entendou?
I don't think
that you know
that as I talk to you
I'm peering at your breasts
and then mentally undressing you.
Don't think
that I don't know
that you think
everything I say
is bollocks!
I don't think
that you know
that I'm
pissed.
by Mature Student
