CuppaGemma

His legs are gangled meter sticks,
flexing occasionally at the knee,
swiveling in the rack and pinion
of his pelvis and incapsulated
by worsted wool finished with
soft sole wing tips…
taking two stairs at a time
his stride pushes the lines away

She shivers in hose and mutters,
“Damned skirt has no kick pleat” to
extend the spread of her legs,
And slip on mules are not designed
for going down stairs, or quick paces,
her clothes expect delicacy she ignores,
curling her toes taking smaller steps
with more RPM- catches the train despite
extra lines of limitations