Navy Blue Boxers Poem by Matthew Zeller

She liked the feel of flannel, folded twice the band.
It rode perfect on pelvic crest,
highlighted hips and waist,
dared natural L’s of my hands-
between thumb and forefinger-
to find familiar grooves,
served as a friendly guide.

Frontal creases- two, maybe three-
sculpted V’s in bas relief.

Then band, combined with sculptures and
a single, vertical shadow
lining inner quads when legs together,
looked like a chalice
inviting me for a drink,
already intoxicated.