I Find Glasses Sexy

Sexy Glasses... Our eyes, the imperfect orbs
relay our imperfect minds
cast our imperfect images
on which we form our imperfect thoughts...

We buy our imperfect glasses
and put them on our imperfect noses
to poke them into imperfect scenes
that bring us imperfect glances...

We take the imperfect glances
and analyze our imperfect chances
measuring the imperfect anticipation
that taking the glasses off will bring...

They’ve left us in a room alone
turned down the lights, unplugged the phone
turned off the heat because they knew
the steam that removing our glasses would bring...

So there we were, four eyes so bright
gleaming in the late moonlight
then we reached, each in turn
to remove the other’s glasses, yearned
beyond what lay ahead...

As they slipped on down our noses
breathing candy, breathing roses
now dripping with unfocused delight
outside the fr<x>ames that made things right
as if set free from unseen convention...

The glasses sat upon the table
reflecting what became a fable
and even more a fairy tale
through which all could clearly see
what became of you and me-
the aspirations of lads and lasses
who all went out and took our classes
on how to remove their sexy glasses...