exchange this man’s body for a beautiful face,
to see what it’s like, what it takes
and the looks and the glares,
men making fools of themselves.
Throwing their desperate bravado in your path, looking for ways to outdo the last.
Legs for a mile to kick them all away, poor saps looking to score, one-liners and allniters.
In the presence of beauty,
when nothing on the inside means anything to you.
On the outside,
my thighs and chest, cleaving mockery of fools.
Just one day.
To know how it feels.
I don’t blame you,
to feel the way you do.