Slips And Garters Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the red lace of the slip
is stimulating the imagination
as the fight of the toreador
and the sheet to the bull
you sometimes probably think

that you are in the arena
and in a minute
you will take the bull
by the horns
your violently precipitated breath

is restoring the full awareness
that your hour smashed
the time for the cure
and in the head in their red
girls are dancing with black garters..