I thought she was a woman
Then I saw her hands
Took a while, mind
spent time to understand why
people do, this…

ogling her legs and breast
The whole affair seemed
Tip top to pass the test
of a woman
The way she dressed
And the time
She must obviously invest
In making up
But those shovel hands,
That tuck,
Blouse,
a permanent reminder,
That engine valve rockers,
They probably adjust
in my local garage.

Manly: must adjust
Manly: tinker touch
cant shake man
Manly things she must adjust
Cross dress on the left
Must adjust

Water balloon or silicon bust
precision
liberation for the unlikely
Ones .

wonder how long it took to scrub the oil off.

Secretly loving
or with spouse consent
A he she enticement
A complex ticket out
the eating inside
a rout
devours masculine feelings

Never felt right

Something lacking
tacking along

with her click clacking steel tips
swinging handbag
X Y chromosome

Love is here

And unlikely.
Sometimes, frighteningly deep
love, a sickle’s reap
in Killer moves
go the hips.
and neap her tide
washes in.

from mouth
she spouts some explanations,
I’m curiously confused.

“night-clubs friendly sycophants
a conveyance form of
security for curious boys
resonant frequencies
Of similar minds, yet never the dare to venture
a prayer answered when lips collide”

she shouted.

Stretched out
She is not he
And he is not she, nor anyone I wish not to be
For already I am
And he already she
I shall let onlookers twitch
Nervous
Or glitch eyesight as not to notice
2 people neither one nor another
minds entwined
yet common the thread
yet awkward the shaved leg prances
and upward the stair she advances
so all can see up-skirt a package
some cotton, silk
e-bay or  m and s
some mothers milk a mess, shaken, shaven
stirred by the mostly sorry sight

27 transvestites in a bar
a spectrum of fantastic commitment
here we come
the confident casuals to the pedantic
the calm crossed legs
to the frantic adrenaline
and dregs
of a sorry wardrobe.

I asked her not to be hard on herself
and volunteered as I moved in closer
it was obvious and full
almost bursting the ram bull virile
for a futile purpose under natures rules
no reproduction possible
yet who schools this evolution
within myself
I ask the question many times
and fear the label ties of bi
then dismiss as the dry ice reveals a little more
why….
………..even the deep voice can cry.

“even the fan of the man, the wife tries
but just puts up”
she says.

I ask “both ways?”
definitely.