hercules

I.
How a wondrous foot
arches as he reaches
to catch a frisbee
glancing off streetlight

and bare settles back
into the grass how
his friend arches and

catches the sun in
their game of rain
and chance how he
steps into my path

and catches my glance

II.
We couldn’t imagine
where you found the time to
work out but there you were
doing all the heavy
lifting caring about
everything O so much

III.
Your tank top folds between your shoulders as
you lift my eyes again, again, again

As red as concentration, thin enough
to part from skin with one imagined touch