- Vol. 04
- Chapter 09
Lallies lusting in me kaffies
Message to left eye Don't look at the leg Message to the neck Remain resolute no turning back.
I have legs standing tall in cashmere just another prop. Don't wave that leg at me I've got the measure of you.
I have legs that felt rough times closeted in khaki serge finally coming out
Forced to integrate in demob pinstripe beaten like a gangster.
I have legs tired of hiding in the shadows thews aching for air free from forced sameness.